The possibilities for personal connection in London are different now. Why are they so… tall? And always cloaked? And why are they so interested in love stories? The fabric of strait-laced Victorian society has begun to fray. Cats spy on their owners and whisper their secrets abroad. Queen Victoria never emerges from her palace. Down here, the sun doesn't shine, and Parliament has sunk into the Thames. Thanks to an unknown bargain, London now resides in a vast cavern under the earth. Welcome to Fallen London: a darkly hilarious gothic underworld where death is a temporary inconvenience, the rats talk, and Hell is only a stone's throw away.
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