The airs of London are changing...

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Hello friends! I have found a new API to work with. The airs of Fallen London (and Port Carnelian and the Forgotten Quarter) are back!

Signed, The Friendly Archivist ( @justthat1guyy )

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This was fun while it lasted! I'll look for an alternative way to automate the quotes, but if I don't find anything... It has been an honour, delicious friends.

Signed, The Friendly Archivist ( @justthat1guyy )

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Passers-by watch you with narrow eyes. What do they see?

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The light from the false-stars clings to every surface like oil. This is the kind of afternoon when Londoners run mad, shrieking 'The sun! The sun!'

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All shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.

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A portly man sits weeping in the road. 'The Menagerie,' he sobs, 'the Roses. They can no longer grow.' A hackney carriage veers round him: 'Honey-mazed,' the driver sneers.

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An airag-drunken philosopher argues with a sober poet on the nature of the Mountain of Light. (Airs of P.C.)

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Mist develops softly in the dark places of the Quarter, like sleep. There is a lassitude in the air.(Airs of F,Q,)

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A cat's eyes glint on a high window-ledge. 'What a wretched day,' it remarks.

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The softest of rains falls in the street: the cobbles glisten like fish-skin.

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Fungus dapples the stone like clots of snow. Step round it.(Airs of F,Q,)

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A governess passes with a child on a leash. No! No, only a young woman and a little dog.

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A tiger blows rings of lilac smoke towards the false-stars. (Airs of P.C.)

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A scuffle! A pool of blood! A wild-eyed girl with a knife in either hand! The cry goes up, 'a Jack!' Is it a Jack? She's gone, regardless...

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A distant horn-call. A single scream.(Airs of F,Q,)

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Today, water has a metallic taste. It generally does. But is this a different metal? Copper? Silver?

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Fungus dapples the stone like clots of snow. Step round it.(Airs of F,Q,)

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The miners are recreating sections of Wagner’s operas, with modest success. (Airs of P.C.)

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The cobbles are slippery with a thick black moss. Your footfalls bruise it, and a scent like fresh Surface rain rises.

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In the tea shops, women roll up their sleeves; men, their trouser legs. The heat is unbearable today. (Airs of P.C.)

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A beetle the size of a boot sits atop a tar-barrel, nonchalantly twiddling its antennae.

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A shadow of wings flits across a square. They are curved, like a falcon's.(Airs of F,Q,)