Chapter Forty-Three: The Isle of the Forgotten Queen

Three days after the cave collapsed, they crossed the strait in a borrowed fisherman’s boat.

The sea was calm—eerily so—as though the waters themselves sensed the truth in their bones.

The Isle of Iona rose like a memory from the mists: cliffs cloaked in heather, low green slopes wrapped in sea wi...

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