The Distant Promise

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Act I The ferry queue stretched along the wet jetty, a line of damp wool and rusted trolleys waiting for the crossing to Skye. The air smelled of diesel and cold iron, and the typewriters in the pension office on the hill clacked in a steady, rhythmic warning against the wind. I stood at the back, my uniform stripped, the tag of my rank torn away by Magistrate MacLeod’s own hands. I was Iain...

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