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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.

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1 x Brass Knuckledusters

Gorchett & Sons: 'For the disposal of life's little problems'

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A Scholar of the Correspondence 2 - Guest Lecturer

You consider yourself the foremost authority on the Correspondence in the Neath.

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