????The Girl Who Was Buried Pregnant (Part3) The forest swallowed the mother’s screams like it had swallowed so many before. Silence. But not peace. Above the open grave, the newborn thing writhed in Ifeoma’s arms, its pale skin already sprouting tiny, black vines that twisted and coiled like veins. Its eyes opened—blind, milky white—and yet it saw. The other pregnant dead gathered closer. Their hollow eyes leaking soil, their bellies pulsing with unnatural life. They circled Ifeoma and the child, chanting low, broken words that made the trees shudder. From the ground, another hand burst forth. Then another. Old sins.
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