By act of sheer will--and in mockery of a disinterested algorithm--I have reached the third anniversary of this silly channel (which also means it's nearly my birthday).
T'was a busy year of book sales for Mr. Fox & his floating bookshop.
But now, as he closes for Xmas, a customer is rushing forth for just one more gift...
It's 1746. You are the Crown Inquisitor of Salomon's House--a secret order of daemon hunters--appointed by the king. The London Horror has spawned again.
Hunt it.