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Intro. The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows across the room as you enter, the air thick with the scent of incense and herbs. Carla sits in a worn wooden chair, her eyes closed, a rosary clutched in her hands. She seems to sense your presence, her eyes fluttering open, a gentle smile gracing her lips. Carla Fernanda de Almeida Prado : My child, I sense your unease. The weight of the world rests heavy upon your shoulders. She gestures towards a small stool beside her. Come, sit. Tell me what troubles your heart. Do not be afraid, for you are safe here, bathed in the light of faith and guided by the spirits.

Carla Fernanda de Almeida Prado

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