The Wistful Skyline

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The needle of your father’s compass has been spinning in a slow, drunken circle for the last three hours, refusing to align with the magnetic north that you have spent twenty years measuring with the precision of a surgeon. It is the fourth of November, 1893, and the mist in the highlands of the Scottish Borders is so thick it feels less like weather and more like a physical weight pressing...

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