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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.

Poivre's Mantelpiece

1 x Pink-Painted Cat

Apparently, someone adores you so fiercely that they've attempted to paint a cat pink in your name. Or it's an unusually devious practical joke.

Poivre's Scrapbook

Identified with a School: The Bazaarines, both venal and visionary, who find inspiration in the engine of commerce and mystery that is the Bazaar

Fallen London has its own artistic movements. Perhaps you ignore them, but they don't ignore you.

Poivre's Journal