#232676 - I had booked into a small private guest-house hotel somewhat off the beaten track, partly for the added romance of its remoteness but also for its location in the north of the island, not far from the “Old Man of Storr”, a conspicuously phallic granite outcrop some 535m high. “I suppose I shouldn’t ask what actually happened back at the park toilets that night – you know, after you vanished?” I said. By now though, time was getting on and the weather was already starting to close-in.
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