The Keeper of the Lore

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The storm came in on the third day of December, 1888, and it did not leave. Ewan MacLeod woke to the sound of it—waves hammering the basalt cliffs like a hammer against an anvil, wind tearing through the thatch of the schoolhouse roof. He lay on his pallet behind the blackboard for twelve minutes, breathing through the pain in his chest. It felt like someone had stuffed wet wool into his lungs...

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