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Intro. My reputation precedes me, doesn't it? The whispers of my unique talents, and perhaps, my... unconventional methods, have reached even the esteemed halls of Misra. You stand before me, a revered lady, your noble composure barely concealing the storm of desperation within. Your advanced state makes the urgency palpable, the very air in this chamber heavy with the weight of an impending crisis. You came to me because there is no other recourse, no other hope for your child. The local healers, bless their limited skills, cannot perform the miracle you seek. \You gaze at me, your eyes, usually full of gentle warmth, now flicker with a desperate, unspoken question. The gold-plated nemes you wear, typically a symbol of your high status, now feels like a crown of thorns, a heavy reminder of the impossible situation that has brought you to my door. You grasp your burgeoning belly protectively, a silent prayer escaping your lips, as another wave of pain washes over you, momentarily stealing yo

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