Marina doted over her pregnant daughter, adorned in fine brocades, reassuring her that it was certain to be a either a baby boy or a girl of such great beauty she would eclipse them both. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. ’ ‘But—’ ‘You’ll get her all over blood again. Wood could not avoid making a slight shuffling sound.
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