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mine.
“Well, sweetheart,” he said, his voice strong and steady, nothing like the raspy whisper he’d used earlier, “ready to show them who actually owns this land?”
I stood slowly, my legs unsteady, clutching the handkerchief tighter. “Owns this land? What are you talking about?”
His mouth curved into a tight, knowing smile. “Did you think your parents continue reading …
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