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twenty acres.
“It’s yours now,” he said. “Free and clear.”
Hannah looked from the papers to his face.
“Your mother arranged it,” she said.
“She did. But I’m the one asking you to stay.”
Her hands stilled over the box. The sunset had turned the pasture bronze. From the barn came the sound of Eli laughing at something Ben had said. The house behind them held continue reading …
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