Chapter 167: First Cry

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Roman lifted the baby from the water. His hands were shaking. His breath caught in his throat. The baby was coated in a thick, white, waxy substance. It clung to the tiny shoulders, the creases of the elbows, the folds of the neck. Roman wiped the baby's face with a...

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