Along the fog filled streets of the Metropolis, horrors lurk. Animates, vampires, and, worst of all, man. London is struggling, limping along, a half dead thing with a rotten heart. Terrified of the ever present question – will the Plaque come again? Are there those who would hasten it, by design or neglect. As the number of outbreaks rise, the poor die in the street while the aristocracy feast and celebrate, leading small shelters lives beneath the shadows of the walls, turning a blind view to the darkness. Predatory eyes watch the rushing bodies, the decay that touches all things, and the end that is looming.

Clipped Wings

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