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A breeze stirred the curtains as the kindly nurse left a tray for the woman in the hospital bed. She stared out the window, feeling a chill in her blood that wind and weather could not account for. She saw not the bright sun, or dusky mountains, but a vicious memory that replayed endlessly since her father had come to visit. It was a mirror image of what she saw in reality, except with the image of her father, standing like royalty, handing out a decree that could not be disobeyed. “We took the infant. Unless you or your lover dies, we will snuff it from its piteous existence. He will live at our sufferance and die at our whim. You rui