The journey south from the bustling Speyside valley back into the remote fastness of Glenmore was a descent into an untamed, primeval Scotland. Alistair had ordered the Land Rover off the main military road, navigating a rough, overgrown timber track that wound through dense groves of ancient Caledonian Scots pine. These ancient trees, with their twisted, orange-red trunks and dark blue-green canopies, were the last remnants of the great forest…
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