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............ Harlow ............ “What?” I ask Carlyle, unable to comprehend what he’s saying. He must be confused. “The man who found you, the hunter. His name is Gunner Winters,” he says, and I never told him who my father was. I only told him he was a hunter... Or did I, and I don’t remember? “Your mother’s name was Aurelia Gregor,” he says, cupping my face again, my doubts probably showing. “She lived with her family on a farm in Ancefield,” he adds and everything stops. My father never told me my mother’s name, but the farm’s name is where he and his family used to live with the Gregor family before they bought their own farm. I knew that. He spoke about that all the time. I place my hands on top of his, feeling my chest squeeze. Could he really be my father? “You are my fathe