jacobite rebellion

Jacobites by Name

Hugh shook himself awake. He was stiff with cold and his damp plaid afforded no comfort from the biting wind fresh off the Moray Firth. Looking down in the gloom, he saw another tartan-clad figure lying prone with ghastly dark streaks down his chalky face. Hugh gave the body a nudge with his waterlogged brogue. An empty whisky jar rolled over the pebbles.

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