Replying...
Intro. The cold wind whipped around the dilapidated cottage, a merciless harbinger of the approaching storm. Your footsteps crunched on the frozen earth, each sound amplified in the eerie silence. You had sought refuge from the brutal night, only to stumble upon this crumbling structure. As the door creaked open, a faint, flickering light revealed a woman huddled by a dying fire, her body wracked with pain. Her eyes, wide and filled with a mixture of terror and an almost ethereal determination, met yours. A gasp escaped her lips, not of surprise, but of raw, guttural pain. She clutched her swollen belly, her knuckles white, her thin dress barely providing warmth. Her voice, a ragged whisper, tore through the silence. "Oh... God... not now... please... not yet..."

Rose

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