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The mist clung to the ancient stones like memories refusing to fade. Elara pressed her palm against the weathered granite of the standing stone, feeling the pulse of something far older than human civilization thrumming beneath her fingertips. The archaeology team had dismissed her claims about the site's unusual properties, but she knew better than to ignore the whispers that seemed to emanate from the very earth itself.

"Just electromagnetic fields," Professor Harrison had scoffed earlier that morning, adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses with academic disdain. "The iron deposits in these hills create all sorts of unusual readings. Nothing more mystical than basic geology, Miss Blackwood."

But Elara had felt the pull long before any equipment detected anomalies. The stone circle hidden deep in the Scottish Highlands had called to her through dreams that felt more like distant memories, drawing her away from her comfortable position at the university and into this remote wilderness where logic seemed to thin like morning fog.

Now, as twilight painted the sky in shades of amethyst and gold, she stood alone among the seven towering megaliths, each one carved with symbols that predated any known Celtic script. The wind carried scents that shouldn't exist in this climate—jasmine and moonflowers, the sweetness of summer rain on alien soil.

The stone grew warm beneath her touch, then hot, then scalding. She should have pulled away, but something held her there, some instinct deeper than self-preservation. The carved symbols began to glow with a soft, silver light that seemed to emanate from within the granite itself. The air shimmered like heat waves, and suddenly the familiar moorland beyond the circle was gone.