The Highland Reckoning
The Highland Reckoning Act I The wind off Loch Rannoch carried the smell of wet peat and old iron, and Lord Murdoch Dunsany pulled his coat tighter as he picked his way down the crumbling stone wall toward the blackhouse. The roof had caved in fifty years ago, since before his time, since before anyone in his family could remember, but the walls still stood—thick, stubborn, defiant in a way...
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