Title: The Echoes of Glen Coe
The Scottish Highlands are a place where the wind doesn't just blow; it remembers. Alistair lived in a manor that felt less like a home and more like a mausoleum, its grey stones weeping with a perpetual dampness. He was a man of silence, a widower who had spent ten years trying to forget the scream of the car crash that had taken his wife, Eleanor. His only companion was a black Labrador named...
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