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The map wasn’t a map. It had no borders, no scale, no legend. No tidy promise of here is where you are and here is where you’re going. It was a memory. Etched into the inside cover of Mirabella’s journal, invisible until heat coaxed it into being. Jade had found it by accident, distracted and half-awake, setting her mug of tea down on the corner of the open page. Steam curled. Paper warmed. And something answered.

Anxiety suffocated me. —I want you to see these exams.— She held the documents out to me. I felt a new chill rise and took the documents suspiciously. When I opened it, I realized it was an ultrasound and a blood test. My eyes widened when I read the medical report. I started crying uncontrollably. —It's a miracle, Ricardo! After all she's been through, the surgery and all the medication we've given her…this pregnancy is a true miracle,— Barone said, joy in his voice.

“Yes I’m Deaconess Eleanora Adams, hope there’s no problem?” Raising the newspaper she’d been holding to her face, her Utmost Prosperity walked up to the Deaconess, stood very close to her and opened the newspaper to the centre page for her. Instead of seeing pictures, adverts or printed news reports, the Deaconess was shocked to her marrow at what she saw. On the centre page of the newspaper, held by the ‘strange lady,’ she saw the goddess stark naked, sitting with her legs crossed atop the watery altar, with twenty-eight mermaids standing and forming a semi-circle behind her.

My heart jolted. "Is this why I could never get pregnant, while Angela kept getting pregnant so easily?" "Exactly." The Daoist priest nodded, his expression grave. "This kind of dark ritual secretly transfers one woman's ability to bear children onto another. Ms. Miller, you were naturally very fertile to begin with. Once you drank it, your fertility aura was absorbed by the Spirit-Gathering Herb and quietly redirected elsewhere." Everything suddenly clicked into place, and anger surged through me.

It became a practical safeguard. We reached Crescent Hollow by evening. Marcus waited beside the newly exposed entrance. “I have not touched anything beyond what was necessary.” We descended together. The air was still and undisturbed. Mira’s presence felt tangible. At the center rested the leather-bound journal. My Oracle gift responded instantly with the same emotional signature I felt from Mira’s earlier letter.

he said, “my mother’s journals might explain what she did.” Mira pulled out a candle. “If we get attacked by vengeful spirits, I’m blaming you.” “Understood.” They searched for hours. Mira found fascinating things: a genealogy chart featuring names that sounded like rejected video game bosses; a ledger listing magical expenditures (including “13 ounces of soul glass—return to supplier”); and a sketch of the very mirror from the chapel. “Found it!” she shouted, nearly dropping the parchment in excitement. Adrian joined her, brushing dust from the page.

Cohen stared at the journal as he hoped that what they said earlier didn’t make sense to him. But, the more he read the same page, the more it didn’t make sense to him. What sort of power did Mira have to predict the future like this? Every detail she put on the journal was the same as what happened on that day except for one thing. He didn’t die. He had so many questions that had no answers because Mira wasn’t here to answer them. That made him frustrated. He reread the same page, like for the umpteenth times now.

It was late at night when Miranda received the weekly magazine, she had an obsession with fashion trends and had to get the highly coveted magazine. Checking the cover photograph she got so shocked that the magazine slipped from her hands and dipped itself into the basin of warm water that she had soaked her feet in.

All these things are happening in the period of just two days. "That can't be true. We both know the truth." James handed me the result. I collected it and my eyes scanned through the paper and I dropped it absentmindedly on the office table. Melanie picked it up and had a look. Judging from her looks, I knew she didn't understand a thing from it but later I guess she did because her expression changed. Reading medical books really helped her in decoding it, I guess. "But.. " I trailed off. I've lost track of words. What to do? With this result, no one will accept to take her in.

' We need a miracle. We need help.