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They hung a rope from the rafters that I pulled on when the pain was too great, and at dawn, with me delirious and half-insensible, a girl was born. “Are you sure?” asked In-yo, and I nodded. She and Mai cleaned me and the child, and while I slept, In-yo carried the baby out into the world, her daughter born of a miracle.
The Empress of Salt and Fortune (The Singing Hills Cycle, #1)
by Nghi Vo
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