The Highland Ghost
(Variant V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The mist did not merely drift over the Scottish Highlands; it clung to the jagged peaks like a shroud, dampening the spirit and the soil alike. Clara stood upon the precipice of the Glen, her boots caked in the peat of a land that remembered every drop of blood ever spilled upon it. She was the only guide in the region who dared the Black Crags during the...
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