Anyway, last night I had a dream where I was reading this text (as well as exploring the area mentioned). It was surprising how complete the text was in my dream (not FULLY complete, but the important parts were there). I feel like I was reading this from some alternate version of Echo Bazaar...some version featuring, not London, but a certain city with an island nearby.
One might wonder how several thousand people on an island with so few routes on or off. Food is provided by Hunger's blessing, in a swarm of black bees that bring forth an endless supply of honey. Chefs of the island, such as they are, most famously use black pepper to break up the monotony. There are rumors that the honey has subtle side effects on the mind and soul; the terms "sweet tooth" and "heavy eater" have a particular meaning on the Island.