The Chronicles of the Gray Boundary
The wind in the Scottish Highlands does not simply move the air; it carves the land. It is a sculptor of stone and a weaver of mist, creating a landscape where the boundary between the physical and the ethereal is as thin as a sheet of vellum. In 1887, Isabella MacFarlane arrived at the edge of this boundary. She came to a crumbling Georgian estate, a house of gray granite and rotting beams...
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