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The iron gate of the keep did not so much close as it vanished, a heavy, rusted shutter that slammed shut on the world outside, leaving Eamon standing in the absolute, suffocating silence of the inner courtyard. It was a sound like a bone breaking, sharp and final, and it severed the last tether to the sun, to the wind that had been screaming through the valleys of the Scottish Highlands, and...
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