The Golden Quest
The Golden Quest The rain in Edinburgh did not fall so much as it materialised, condensing from the grey Atlantic breath that rolled off the Firth of Forth and settled into every stone and every bone. Dr. Catriona MacLeòid knew this weather the way other women knew the faces of their children. She had spent seventeen years walking its streets—first as a doctoral student tracing the footprints...
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