The Great Hall of Morven Keep was filled to overflowing with over one hundred clan chieftains, naval captains, tacksmen, and island elders summoned from across the Outer Hebrides. Outside, the clear winter sun reflected off pristine snowbanks, but inside the ancient stone hall, the air was dense with the aroma of burning birch, peat smoke, and the electric tension of impending war. Sitting upon the raised dais in the high…
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