The Stone Sentinel

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The manor of Blackwood stood on a jagged cliff in the Scottish Highlands, a skeletal ruin of grey stone and rotting timber, forever shrouded in a mist that tasted of salt and old sorrows. Inside, the air was cold enough to crack bone, and the only sound was the rhythmic dripping of water in the vaulted cellars. Lord Alistair lived in the highest tower, a man who was becoming a monument to his...

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