Our Stories in English

A Glasgow solicitor’s routine trip to draft a lease becomes a fight to clear a framed man when the same knife from a past conviction resurfaces. Tense, atmospheric, and propelled by small‑town vengeance. They tell you a quiet day in the country will put you right. They don’t tell you the country keeps its own time or its own grudges. I went north to draft a lease and left with a knife in my bag and a dead man in a broom scrub. Ewan MacNeil’s sgian-dubh had already ruined one life—and someone had the nerve to put it back …