The morning sun crested the jagged granite ridgeline of Ben Dunraven in a glorious blaze of pale amber and copper light. Dr. Fiona Sterling MacKenna adjusted the strap of her canvas field kit and stepped carefully across the spongy, heather-clad terrain of the Black Moss. Behind her, the mist hung low over the reed beds of the River Fiddich, where wild mallards and Scottish curlews called out across the silent…
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