[The sky above a stone circle darkens as an ancient wizard begins reciting a magical spell. With each word, the stone circle springs more and more into life.] Beothaich an cearcall tha na clachan seo air cruthachadh.Tha faid an oir ochd deug puing ochd coig meatair.Tha am farsaingeachd fichead‘s a ochd puing dhà seachd meatair […]

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