????The Girl Who Was Buried Pregnant(Part5) Ifeoma didn’t wake. She descended. Deeper than the roots. Beyond bones. Past the memories of screams. Into the womb of the forest itself. There was no light here. Only pulse. Thud. Thud. The beating of a thousand unborn hearts. She floated inside something thick and warm—amniotic blackness—a second womb, but not of flesh. Of grief. Of curses. Of every woman who had ever died mid-birth, her child clawing inside her, desperate to escape a coffin. Ifeoma could hear them now. Scratching. Tearing. Whimpering. And then… gnawing. The First Mother stood before her, taller now—impossibly
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