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April, 1950
Edinburgh, Scotland
Caine was walking on Calton Hill. To the west lay the Salisbury Crags and beyond them the Firth of Forth. The sounds of traffic were muted this early in the morning. He loved the slow walk. The infrequently traveled path was lush with gorse and everywhere around him were lochs and glens. He thought it was as if God had brought to the Scottish lowlands a wild piece of the highlands to remind all Scots of their true heritage. Each step brought him upwards, out of the mist that had settled over Edinburgh and hid the 400-year-old cemeteries of the capitol city’s Old Town. Holyrood Palace was barely visible. It’d been sometime since he had ascended Calton Hill to walk among Edinburgh’s prized collection of monuments—Nelson’s telescope, the city observatory,
