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It
radiated
pure
terror
.
“
You
’
ll
have
to
be
strong
,
”
the
old
Reverend
Mother
’
s
image
-
presence
said
.
“
Be
thankful
it
’
s
a
daughter
you
carry
.
This
would
’
ve
killed
a
male
fetus
.
Now
.
.
.
carefully
,
gently
.
.
.
touch
your
daughter
-
presence
.
Be
your
daughter
-
presence
.
Absorb
the
fear
.
.
.
soothe
.
.
.
use
your
courage
and
your
strength
.
.
.
gently
now
.
.
.
gently
.
.
.
.
”
The
other
whirling
mote
swept
near
,
and
Jessica
compelled
herself
to
touch
it
.
Terror
threatened
to
overwhelm
her
.
She
fought
it
the
only
way
she
knew
:
“
I
shall
not
fear
.
Fear
is
the
mind
killer
.
.
.
.
”
The
litany
brought
a
semblance
of
calm
.
The
other
mote
lay
quiescent
against
her
.
Words
won
’
t
work
,
Jessica
told
herself
.
