1 Work in Dilly (Fallen London)
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You don't say anything, when no ink creeps up your skin like sepsis, when untruths from the books in front of you do not simmer your brain in your skull, when no unsettling chill spreads through your blood like ice. No scream escapes your mouth, because there is no pain in your arms to make it do so.
Tatterdemalion raises an eyebrow at you, concerned. “Alright, Captain?” he asks, in response to the terrible nothing that he has just seen not befall you. He does not ask any further questions. Maybe he is familiar with such absences. Maybe he knows better than to ask. You somewhat hope it is the latter.
“Delightful,” you say, with no pained grit to your voice, because nothing has happened to cause you pain. “Give me- Give me a second. Please.”
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- Part 3 of the city begged look up