Out of the bright light, a figure emerged. It was a man dressed in a ragged cloak. He wore an eyepatch and on each shoulder sat a raven. "Yes, the old ones have indeed gathered,"he said to the dark figure. "Now, leave these two alone. We have business elsewhere."
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Slàn agus beannachd, Allen R. Alderman
'S i Alba tìr mo chridhe. 'S i Gàidhlig cànan m' anama. Scotland is the land of my heart. Gaelic is the language of my soul.
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