The Whispering Willow
The Highlands of Scotland are a place where the veil between the world of the living and the world of the forgotten is as thin as a moth's wing. Alistair lived in a manor that had been in his family for four hundred years, a place of heavy velvet curtains, rain-streaked windows, and a silence that felt like a physical presence. Alistair was a poet, but he had stopped writing. He spent his days...
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