The first siren sliced through the calm like a warning no one understood. Within minutes, Restalrig Avenue was no longer a quiet Edinburgh street, but a sealed-off stage of pulsing blue lights, unanswered questions, and a single alley no one was allowed to see. Neighbours watched, whispered, feared, and waited as the night stret… Continues… By morning, Restalrig Avenue felt like a place suspended between what it had been and what it had just learned about itself. The cordons still framed the alley, but the worst of the panic had drained into a quieter, heavier uncertainty. Police spoke in measured...
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