Deep beneath the foundations of Morven Keep, where the salt air was laced with the scent of gun oil, cold steel, and ancient peat, lay the fortress armory. The subterranean chamber had been hollowed out of solid black basalt during the Jacobite uprisings, its vaulted stone ceilings supported by massive iron pillars that wept moisture in the damp maritime chill. Racks of Lee-Enfield bolt-action rifles, submachine guns, trench daggers, and…
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