At last, confusing things begin to be elucidated. The Boatman’s river lies below all but one, and yet everything connects to it. December was always seeking to break the Chain, was always seeking to rebel. Curiosity drives even the most staunch of all of us. Irem was always the end, will always be the end, is the end. The Traveler will always return (is returning, was returning). North and East and to the horizon of death itself. The Chain was always broken. Or perhaps it was never broken at all.
I can’t wait to see how this ends. This entire story was enrapturing, even as I built further and further into the Hinterlands, approaching Hell itself with steam and Red Science. This entire story, however, has been nothing short of a treat. The new mechanics are amazing, the use of old ones genius. Even the likes of the end of Cricket, Anyone? didn’t match up to my excitement as the Naturalist and I went deeper and deeper. From what little we’ve seen of Irem already, this is going to be nothing short of one of Fallen London’s best stories. Thank you Failbetter Writing Team!