The library of Morven Keep occupied the second level of the western bastion, a vast vaulted hall of dark Hebridean oak and ancient stone where the scent of aged vellum, beeswax, and dried peat smoke hung heavy in the air. High arched lancet windows framed the endless gray sweep of the Atlantic, casting pale, cold daylight across rows of towering bookcases that held four centuries of Highland history, maritime charts,…
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