8.2 Surveying Souls

(Story begins here) “Where are we?” shivered Pete. “We’re in like late Georgian Edinburgh, around 1828? I’m going to show you what I mean?” “’scuse me, gentlemen, ye d’nae have a few ha’pennies for an auld soldier?” Pete instinctively started rummaging in his pockets, but Bud held his arm. “He’s like, not talking to us, … Continue reading 8.2 Surveying Souls