The Lake's Last Guest
Act One: The Arrival The wind off Loch Earn did not merely blow; it haunted. It moved through the pines with a sound like voices speaking in a language no living man had learned, and when it swept across the surface of the water it carried the silver of dying light and the smell of peat that had been burning since the last ice age. James MacAllister stood on the shore and let it wash over him,...
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