Marilyn Stokes. — The Dreaded Hour Has ComeIt was morning, and the soft sunlight slowly warmed the house. The weather was pleasant, not only the temperature, but also the feeling that emanated from the house. There was the smell of tea brewing, of freshly baked bread... and for a moment, just a moment, I could breathe in peace.I went downstairs slowly, my knees no longer obeying me as they once did, but still, I made no sound. I would rather not wake them.Megan slept curled up under an embroidered quilt, as if still protecting the life she carried. Julie slept beside her, sitting in a chair, her body leaning forward, like a guardian who never rested. And Michelle... ah, my dear Michelle. She was lying down, but with her face turned toward the window, her eyes closed. She was breathing deeply. Her face was still pale, but the signs of recovery... were there. Clear. Impressive.“Pure blood... has always been a miracle.”I sighed deeply and closed the door behind me, letting them rest
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