The harp played itself at three in the morning, and Arthur Hale...

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The harp played itself at three in the morning, and Arthur Hale knew that the wind had brought him something he could not unhear.

It was in the Old Town of Edinburgh, where the buildings rise like dark teeth from the narrow streets, where the closes and wynds lead nowhere and the cellars hold things that have been there since the plague, where the air smells of damp stone and centuries of people who lived and died and were forgotten. Arthur lived in a garret above a bookshop on Victoria Street, and the garret had a window...

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