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1 " There was a bite in the breeze as Raven climbed from the carriage and hefted his bags down to the pavement. Late autumn in Edinburgh. He permitted himself a wry smile at its chilly embrace, like a welcome home from a relative with a grudge. "
― Ambrose Parry , The Art of Dying (Raven, Fisher, and Simpson, #2)