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I hate myself for that, and nothing will ease that, not even what happened that night, on the side of the mountain. I had searched for nearly ten years, although the trail was cold. But that was later. And there was a boy outside the house, picking wool from off a thornbush. He turned. The boy nodded, drew himself up to his full height, which was perhaps two fingers bigger than mine, and he said, “I am Calum MacInnes.” “Is there another of that name? The boy was peering at me. “Why?”