An elderly woman sat, crosslegged, in front of a cauldron she chanted quickly, the words began to blend, she dropped one Mehr thing in to the pot and there was a loud swooshing noise, the whole room was now engulfed in purple smoke. When the smoke cleared, the sound of a crying infant was audible from within the cauldron. The elder woman picked up the child and cradled her in her arms, "i will call you, Pandora"
Over the Weiter 5 years all was well, the woman was no longer lonely and Pandora seemed happy enough, she was immune to the smallpox, measles, and mumps. There were a few clues, violent...
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