Brave the rain:

Rising damp

You board what appears to have been someone's dining table with a collection of other miserable souls. Your ferryman chatters idly as he paddles with a broom, and passes round a mop bucket for the fare. Apparently the lower levels of the Department are flooded, and the Eradicators are contending with fish as well as foul. He makes a chilling reference to 'Drownie Sorrow-Spiders', but you reach the sodden turf of the Hill before he can elaborate. Perhaps for the best.

Another drop, another drip. How many more can London hold?

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