Everyone knew Eoghan had found a four leaf clover in his time or something equally lucky, because he had a hardworking son who hadn’t gotten anyone’s daughters into trouble, and the peat he cut always burnt better than anyone else’s.
The entire village had been sure Ciaran was trouble as a child - it was his cheeky grin and propensity to make things disappear with a slide of his hands - but he worked alongside his father day in, day out, and managed to be decent despite not having a mother.
Ciaran had red hair and eyes the color of the sea.
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