The Pale Verdict
The dream came to me not in the dark, but in the blinding white of a winter noon, where the sun hung low and stagnant over the jagged peaks of the Scottish Highlands, casting long, distorted shadows that seemed to stretch across time itself, wrapping around the ancient stone keep of Dunbar that I had not seen in forty years, a place where the wind did not howl but whispered in a voice so dry...
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