When the Womb Whispered Secrets

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…She closed the journal, the weight of its secrets settling heavily on her shoulders. She had to go back to the old house. She had to find the place where she had seen her mother on that altar. The stone floor, the flickering candles, the chanting figures – she had to find the physical manifestation of her fragmented memory. It was the only way to understand what had happened, and perhaps, just perhaps, to finally break free from the shadow of the womb’s whispered secrets.