[Scene: A room, flickering with the gentle glow of candles. Incense curls slowly through the air. The woman, serene and composed, sits cross-legged before a small altar adorned with ancestral tokens and photographs. She wears a flowing white robe. Her eyes are closed at first, then slowly open as she begins to speak softly, almost in a whisper.] WOMAN (softly): I am here. Your blood runs throug...
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