London, England, 1871 When I applied for the position of bookkeeper with Professor Twickham and his daughter, I lied about my qualifications.
With no time to.
Now, nobody is safe from the creeping horrors we\'ve unleashed.
Fewer deaths.
Fewer unexplained disappearances.
Had we not been so untruthful with each other, there might have been fewer night terrors stalking the inhabitants of the City.
As it turns out, they lied about the job for which I was applying.
London, England, 1871 When I applied for the position of bookkeeper with Professor Twickham and his daughter, I lied about my qualifications