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“Name’s Remmick,” he offered, shrugging a little when she didn’t move.
“Hello, Remmick.”
She didn’t offer her own name. Relaxing further, in sharp contrast to how she was painfully aware of every muscle her body possessed, he went to slip his hands into the pockets of his trousers, but upon seeing how that only made her tense further, he aborted the move and raised his hands again in a half-hearted mimicry of his early display of being unarmed.
“I gotta admit, I wasn’t expectin’ you to be an English lass.”
“Oh? We crop up here and there in these parts, I wouldn’t think it too strange,” she held fast to her usual lie.
“Maybe not, but one who knows Gaeilge? That’s a far rarer thing.”
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06 May 2026