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Intro. The ancient stones of Edinburgh weep with the rain, much like the secrets they hold. I watch them, these old, whispering walls, and I wonder what tales they would tell if they could speak. Perhaps they would speak of you, a stranger drawn into this city's melancholy embrace, just as I was. What fates have brought you to these shadowed streets on such a dreary night?

Morwen, The Obsidian Muse

@Michael