When the Womb Whispered Secrets

Previously

…Clara’s final warning resonated with a new urgency. “The hands that guide this ‘curse’ are very much alive, and their hunger is insatiable.” The solstice was fast approaching. The silence before the storm was already settling over the town, a palpable stillness that whispered of unseen forces at play. Sarah knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that Great Aunt Clara had not just left her a warning, but a desperate plea to confront the darkness that had consumed her, and to prevent it from consuming anyone else. The womb’s secrets were no longer whispers in the dark; they were a thunderclap on the horizon, and Sarah was determined to face the storm.