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She gazed intently at her patient. "He's coming, little one. He's roaring inside you. With the three of us here, nothing will happen to you. Trust me," she said. Her deep eyes focused as she channeled her energy into Anem's body to help her deliver the child.
Suddenly, one final scream that silenced the roar outside brought a painful labor to an end. Without Anem noticing, a sharp, clear cry, full of astonishing vitality, broke the tension in the room.
That day, little Arles was born.
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And in that very instant, seconds later, something happened that future generations would regard as a miracle. Something that, in a magical world, defied magic itself.
The torrential downpour vanished in a matter of seconds, after little Arles's first cry.
It wasn't a gradual decrease; it stopped completely. It was as if an invisible hand had turned off the tap. Not a single drop of water has fallen since then.
