The kernel of the story, as it so often was, was love. This love was between executioner and condemned, between the axe and the neck it was told to fall upon. The neck it only scraped.

In the depths of Fallen London, at the end of the Feast of the Exceptional Rose, Phoenix has a question of utmost importance to ask Edgeworth. Will he gain his heart's desire?

For it was never said that there were no other places that judgement was withheld. From the shores of a blood soaked dream a man stares out and remembers his goals once more. To move to a home he'd never knew. To see a kingdom that has long been sunk deep into a realm dark and neathly. The Good Captain joins the hunt.

Alice is running toward Pendle, chased. A Fallen London gentleman is spending his holiday at the Iron Republic. Used to the madness of the Neath and friendly knife-and-candle game, what is gentleman lost in the rather dull County is supposed to do? But only what any citizen of the Neath would do in such a situation, add their own touch of personal Neath normality to the situation.

Dreams are a window into other worlds, left behind in the clear light of day. But what happens when one dream reaches back across, and catches hold? Crossover with Echo Bazaar. [Don't copy to another site.]