The Frost of the Highlands
The mist in the Scottish Highlands did not merely drift; it clung to the jagged peaks like a burial shroud, damp and suffocating. Alastair lived in a stone cottage that seemed to be sinking slowly into the peat, a structure as exhausted as its inhabitant. Once, he had been the heir to the MacLean estate, a man of standing and silk. Now, he was a ghost in his own land, stripped of his titles by...
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