The Keeper Of Candles
The fog in Edinburgh did not roll like weather. It moved like a predator, testing each doorframe and windowsill with the slow certainty of something that knew exactly where it was going.Thomas MacAllister knew this because he had been watching it for three hours, since the man in the black coat left his room above the MacAllister Tavern in Canongate. The man had been gone for an hour now....
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