""Doon the wynds an' up the streets, Where revenants sought souls tae eat, The Butcher called for twitching meat An' Burke an' Hare did answer."" -anon. 1827. A year after the Cadaver Riots tore the heart from Edinburgh. Fear still chokes the Old Town, for though the revenants were driven back with shot and steel, they still lurk in the city's shadowed closes. When night falls, they strike. In dissecting rooms anatomists slice twitching flesh as they dream of cures and glory. For the greatest among them, Robert Knox, there is no price that cannot be met in the...
""Doon the wynds an' up the streets, Where revenants sought souls tae eat, The Butcher called for twitching meat An' Burke an' Hare ...