The Wistful Skyline
You stand at the edge of the precipice where the stone gives way to the churning, black water of the loch, and the wind, which has been screaming through the narrow passes of the Highlands all day, suddenly stops, leaving behind a silence so profound and heavy that it feels like a physical weight pressing against your eardrums, a silence that is not empty but full of a terrible, waiting...
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