The Wistful Crossroads
You step out of the van. The air is thin. It tastes of iron and pine resin. You are in the Highlands. The estate is vast. It sits on a ridge. It looks down on the valley. It looks down on you. The estate is not a home. It is a hospital. It is a laboratory. It is a court. The walls are thick. They are stone. They absorb sound. They hold heat. They hold secrets. You have come to serve. You have...
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