The Wolf of the Highlands

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The storm came in on a Tuesday, as storms always do in the Highlands—without warning, without mercy. Elinor MacReady had learned to respect the weather. Thirty years on this moor had taught her that much. She was thirty-eight, a widow by the cruel arithmetic of duels and honor. Her husband had been dead seven years, killed by a man who claimed Elinor had looked at him across a ballroom floor in...

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