Chapter Sixty-Seven: Tide of the Selkie’s Stone

Morning mist blanketed the shores of Iona, weaving around the stones like veils of ancient breath. Seabirds wheeled overhead, their cries soft as hymnals. The island was hushed, as if it too awaited a reckoning.

The small skiff bobbed gently at the hidden inlet. Lucien jumped ashore first, offering...

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