The storm that gathered over the Cairngorms on their fifth night had been brewing on meteorological satellite displays for twelve hours. A severe Atlantic low-pressure depression had swept down through the Minch, colliding with freezing polar air over the Scottish Highlands. By midnight, the barometer in the castle library had plunged to nine hundred and sixty millibars—a pressure drop indicative of hurricane-force wind shears. Inside the north keep, the thick…
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