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Elias looked at the ridge. The Storr towered above them, its pinnacles like frozen giants. Half a mile of bog and boulder lay between the track and the summit.

On the third day, they took the ferry from Kyle of Lochalsh to Skye. The sea was slate-grey, the mountains on the horizon black as basalt. As the island rose before them, Elias felt something crack open in his chest—not pain, but release. land rover u2014-56

It was him.