(Fraser’s Ridge, early September 1767)HookJamie presses Jocasta’s iron hearthstone into the soft red dirt, splashes it with whisky, and murmurs a Gaelic blessing nobody but the trees can hear. Claire drops rosemary; Ian offers a pine cone; sparks breathe, and the Ridge spits its first…
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