![]() His eyes widened as another vapor, even stronger than the first, arose from the woman’s lifeless form. The midwife didn’t see the soft shimmer of mist rise from the patient’s chest, then linger in the air above her body, but the man in the corner did. “Where’s the doctor? He should be here by now!” ![]() She shook her head and spoke in a panicked murmur. Sweat ran down the midwife’s temples as she continued chest compressions. Darkness fell over his face as the young midwife tried to resuscitate the woman on the bed. ![]() In the corner of the sterile room a large man with a smooth, shaved head and goatee stood watching. Even stooped with age, the oldest nun at the convent exuded a regal air as she shushed the tiny bundle, attempting to shield her from the sight of her mother’s last breaths. The newborn wailed as the midwife wrapped her in a receiving blanket and quickly handed her to Sister Ruth. ![]()
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