The wind off the Firth of Forth carried salt and the smell of dead...

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The wind off the Firth of Forth carried salt and the smell of dead kelp, and Arthur Blackwood stood on the battlements of the Northern Garrison and listened to it whistle through the broken crenellations like a ghost trying to remember how to sing.

He had been gone three years. Three years in London, where he had wasted his inheritance on horses and card tables and women who smiled at him with the practiced warmth of people who knew exactly what a second son of a minor peer was worth. He had returned because his father was dead and the garrison had called. It was not a garrison, really. It was a stone skeleton picked clean by a century of...

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