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... arm bread, clear soup, a glass of milk. She rested her forehead against the door, just as Demian had done the night before, but with a different kind of pain.
"My lady... you are pregnant. You cannot do this."
Silence.
The door had become a wall.
Hour after hour passed. The sun climbed higher. The castle stirred to life servants’ footsteps, the clink of tableware yet one room on the upper floor remained frozen in stillness.
And Demian...
Demian unr ...
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