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... ie, mine-o-mine Nellie.
The tune danced through Lor’s mind, a playful, teasing refrain that had rooted itself somewhere between leaving Ameth’s cottage and now, spilling out in a low hum as he wandered the sun-warmed streets.
Maybe it was the rhythm of the cobblestones under his boots, or the thought of Nellie’s soft, nervous smile—whatever it was, it curled his lips into a grin that felt like mischief and promise all at once.
Today, with her, he knew exactly what he’d as ...
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