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Fallen London

Three decades ago, London was stolen by bats. Dragged deep into the earth by the Echo Bazaar. The sun is gone. All we have is the gas-light of Mr Fires. But Londoners can get used to anything. And it's quiet down here with the devils and the darkness and the mushroom wine. Peaceful.

But then YOU arrived.

Black Tom's Mantelpiece

1 x Sophie (A Monster-Hunting Academic)

She has given her clay man confidante the slip, tonight. She studies your face closely, her eyes green behind her spectacles. 'You are what you say you are, aren't you? I've had my fill of monsters.'

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Dreams of a Future: Paris, 1908 The Destroyer of the Sixth Contract

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