Amelia's pov " How long is this going to take mother!?" I can hear Alwina hiss through the hazy fog of my mind. Everything was darkness, yet I could still feel the pain. The liquid, whatever it was, was still burning through me. Sweat had now bathed my skin, making the cold air bite cruelly against the hot fever blazing under my flesh. My breaths come in tiny broken gasps. Each one shakes through me like an uncontrollable tremor.The burning hasn't stopped. Hasn't slowed. It only coils deeper, twisting like roots trying to run through me. I can feel it spreading, an acidic poison crawling through my womb, up my spine and across my ribs.I wanted the pain to stop. I begged for it to stop. "It's taking too long," Alwina snaps once more, her voice sharp with impatience. "If it's not rooted yet, shouldn't it be-" "Quiet," the old woman's tone is low but it crackles with a warning that makes the air tense. I then hear her cane tap once against the floor as she shifts closer and then I
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