Nova Peak my arms are open

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Another strain and the second head crowned, arriving with a wet rush that Ayovi moves swiftly to clear. She braces her ears for screams that do not come. The body is limp.
She can only look on in cold astonishment, trembling with frightened breaths like an elk’s guttural death rattle. A slow hand moves over the baby, timidly at first— then with greater insistence. She finds the tiny chest and begins to pulse. Methodically, steady, up and down, again and again.
They must survive!