Our newborn had stopped crying, but every few seconds a tiny shudder passed through that impossibly small body.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not leaving,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
The nurse shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t mean today.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something cold moved through me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
She glanced toward the closed door.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour husband cannot come back into this room right now. Security is still with him. The hospital has also contacted the appropriate authorities because a weapon was involved and there was a direct threat to your child.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
That part made sense.<\/p>\n
Then she said something I hadn\u2019t expected.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re also going to want to speak with you about whether you believe he might try to reach the baby again.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
Not because anything was funny.<\/p>\n
Because the question felt impossible.<\/p>\n
I looked at my child.<\/p>\n
The tiny fingers were curled against my hospital gown.<\/p>\n
One.<\/p>\n
Two.<\/p>\n
Three.<\/p>\n
Four.<\/p>\n
Five.<\/p>\n
I counted them without realizing I was doing it.<\/p>\n
Five tiny fingers.<\/p>\n
All still there.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe won\u2019t get near the baby,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
The nurse didn\u2019t correct me.<\/p>\n
She simply said, \u201cThen we need to make sure of that.\u201d<\/p>\n
A few minutes later, another woman entered the room.<\/p>\n
She introduced herself as someone from the hospital\u2019s social services team.<\/p>\n
She sat beside me without opening a notebook.<\/p>\n
Instead, she asked me to tell her what happened in my own words.<\/p>\n
So I did.<\/p>\n
I told her about my husband\u2019s pacing.<\/p>\n
The strange things he had been saying.<\/p>\n
The bad luck.<\/p>\n
The money.<\/p>\n
The argument.<\/p>\n
The way he stared at the bassinet.<\/p>\n
And finally, the knife.<\/p>\n
When I finished, she was quiet.<\/p>\n
Then she asked, \u201cHas he ever behaved this way before?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHas he ever threatened you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHas he ever threatened the baby?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHas he ever talked about curses, luck, sacrifice, or anything similar?\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
That was the first question that made me remember something I hadn\u2019t thought about since the night before.<\/p>\n
My husband had said something while I was in labor.<\/p>\n
Something strange.<\/p>\n
I had dismissed it because I was exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d the woman asked.<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked the nurse what time the baby was born.\u201d<\/p>\n
She frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not unusual.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut then he asked if the exact minute mattered.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman didn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said someone had told him that the exact birth time could determine whether a child brought fortune or misfortune.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho told him that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
Because suddenly I remembered another detail.<\/p>\n
Earlier that week, my husband had received a phone call.<\/p>\n
He had walked into another room to take it.<\/p>\n
When he came back, I asked who had called.<\/p>\n
He said, \u201cNobody important.\u201d<\/p>\n
At the time, I hadn\u2019t questioned it.<\/p>\n
Now I wondered if I should have.<\/p>\n
The social worker asked whether he had recently become interested in anything unusual.<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s been under pressure. That\u2019s all I thought.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPressure doesn\u2019t usually lead someone to threaten an infant.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know where he got the knife?\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
I had assumed it was something he had brought from home.<\/p>\n
But suddenly I wasn\u2019t sure.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She wrote something down.<\/p>\n
Then there was a knock.<\/p>\n
A police officer stood in the doorway.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t enter immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I speak with you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
He stepped inside.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ve recovered the knife.\u201d<\/p>\n
My arms tightened around the baby.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs my husband still here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. He\u2019s being kept away from this room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he going to be arrested?\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat depends on what happens next, but given what occurred, he is not being allowed to leave with you or the baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief came first.<\/p>\n
Then guilt.<\/p>\n
Then anger.<\/p>\n
Then something much harder to name.<\/p>\n
I looked toward the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he say anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer\u2019s face remained carefully neutral.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe kept repeating that he was trying to save the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t explain at first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then?\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked us whether anyone had told you about the other incident.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat other incident?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the social worker.<\/p>\n
Neither answered immediately.<\/p>\n
My heart began beating faster.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat other incident?\u201d<\/p>\n
Finally, the officer said, \u201cYour husband mentioned that something happened several months ago. Something he believes is connected to your baby\u2019s birth.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what concerns us.\u201d<\/p>\n
He reached into a folder.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t hand me anything.<\/p>\n
Instead, he said, \u201cYour husband has been telling us that he received a warning before your child was born.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA warning from who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe hasn\u2019t given us a clear name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt a chill run across my arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said someone told him that if your baby was born under certain circumstances, your family would suffer a terrible loss.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t breathe for a moment.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered the phone call.<\/p>\n
Nobody important.<\/p>\n
My husband had lied.<\/p>\n
The officer continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to know whether you have any idea who might have told him that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
But as I said it, I knew there was one person I hadn\u2019t mentioned.<\/p>\n
My husband\u2019s older brother.<\/p>\n
For months, his brother had been strangely interested in my pregnancy.<\/p>\n
He had asked when I was due.<\/p>\n
He had asked whether we\u2019d chosen a name.<\/p>\n
And once, during a family dinner, he had stared at my husband for a long time and said:<\/p>\n
\u201cSome children arrive carrying more than people realize.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone had laughed.<\/p>\n
Everyone except my husband.<\/p>\n
At the time, I had thought it was just a strange comment.<\/p>\n
Now it didn\u2019t feel strange.<\/p>\n
It felt like a warning I had failed to understand.<\/p>\n
The officer noticed my expression.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
I whispered my brother-in-law\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
The room became silent.<\/p>\n
Then the officer asked the question that changed everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cHas he visited you since the baby was born?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer nodded.<\/p>\n
Then he said something that made my blood run cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was at the hospital yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t possible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe signed in at the front desk.\u201d<\/p>\n
My baby stirred against my chest.<\/p>\n
The officer looked toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe says he came to see his brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
I whispered, \u201cBut I never saw him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
Because at that exact moment, someone knocked on the door.<\/p>\n
Three slow knocks.<\/p>\n
Everyone in the room went still.<\/p>\n
The nurse looked at the officer.<\/p>\n
The officer reached for the handle.<\/p>\n
Then a voice came from the other side.<\/p>\n
My brother-in-law.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know what my brother did.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if you want to know why, you need to let me speak to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held my baby tighter.<\/p>\n
The officer opened the door only a few inches.<\/p>\n
My brother-in-law stood in the hallway.<\/p>\n
He looked terrified.<\/p>\n
Not angry.<\/p>\n
Not defensive.<\/p>\n
Terrified.<\/p>\n
He looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
Then he said six words I would never forget.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t the first one warned.\u201d<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I could hear nothing except the soft breathing of my baby.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
My brother-in-law looked at the officer.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I come in?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d the officer said.<\/p>\n
My brother-in-law nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I\u2019ll tell her from here.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me again.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy brother didn\u2019t come up with this himself.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho told him?\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cOur father.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt something inside me go numb.<\/p>\n
Their father had died almost two years earlier.<\/p>\n
I remembered him as a quiet man who rarely spoke about anything personal.<\/p>\n
My husband had always described him as superstitious.<\/p>\n
But that word suddenly felt inadequate.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
My brother-in-law rubbed his hands together.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe believed there was a pattern in our family.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost interrupted him.<\/p>\n
Instead, I listened.<\/p>\n
He told me that years earlier, their father had become obsessed with the idea that certain misfortunes happened whenever a new child was born into the family.<\/p>\n
At first, nobody took him seriously.<\/p>\n
Then their grandmother died shortly after one birth.<\/p>\n
A business collapsed after another.<\/p>\n
Someone became seriously ill.<\/p>\n
Their father connected all of it.<\/p>\n
He began keeping notes.<\/p>\n
Dates.<\/p>\n
Birth times.<\/p>\n
Names.<\/p>\n
Deaths.<\/p>\n
Financial losses.<\/p>\n
Arguments.<\/p>\n
Anything he could fit into the pattern.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was sick,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did my husband believe him?\u201d<\/p>\n
My brother-in-law looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause our father left him something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA notebook.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word sounded absurd.<\/p>\n
Almost harmless.<\/p>\n
A notebook.<\/p>\n
That was what had brought my husband to a hospital room with a knife?<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was in it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPages and pages of numbers. Birth dates. Times. Names. Warnings.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t explain what happened today.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the baby.<\/p>\n
Then back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy brother found something in that notebook after you became pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA page with your name.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart seemed to stop.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour name. Your expected due date. And a sentence underneath it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat sentence?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t answer immediately.<\/p>\n
The officer stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell her.\u201d<\/p>\n
My brother-in-law closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
Then he said:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen the child arrives, the father will be forced to choose between the family and the child.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes no sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You don\u2019t understand. He believed the baby was causing bad luck. He thought cutting off a finger would fix it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My brother-in-law\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told you that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not what the notebook said.\u201d<\/p>\n
A silence fell over the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what did it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
He whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cThe child would be blamed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the baby move against my chest.<\/p>\n
My eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause our father believed the child wasn\u2019t supposed to survive.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words hit me like a physical blow.<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe believed something terrible would happen to the family if the baby lived.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s insane.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did my husband listen?\u201d<\/p>\n
My brother-in-law looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your husband had already started seeing signs.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the pacing.<\/p>\n
The lost money.<\/p>\n
The argument.<\/p>\n
The problem at work.<\/p>\n
Things that happened to ordinary people every day.<\/p>\n
But in his mind, they had become evidence.<\/p>\n
A pattern.<\/p>\n
A warning.<\/p>\n
A prophecy.<\/p>\n
And once he\u2019d decided the baby was responsible, everything became proof.<\/p>\n
I started crying.<\/p>\n
Not loudly.<\/p>\n
Just tears running down my face while I held my child.<\/p>\n
The nurse put a hand on my shoulder.<\/p>\n
My brother-in-law continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t supposed to hurt the baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had a knife.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he needed a finger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen don\u2019t tell me he wasn\u2019t supposed to hurt the baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
My voice cracked.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was going to cut my child\u2019s hand.\u201d<\/p>\n
My brother-in-law lowered his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer stepped between us slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He said, \u201cWe searched your husband\u2019s belongings.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you find?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe took a photograph?\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t taken today.\u201d<\/p>\n
My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the social worker.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat can\u2019t be.\u201d<\/p>\n
The baby hadn\u2019t been born three weeks ago.<\/p>\n
The officer said, \u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t understand.<\/p>\n
Then he pulled out a photograph.<\/p>\n
He showed it to me.<\/p>\n
It was an ultrasound image.<\/p>\n
My ultrasound.<\/p>\n
But written across the bottom, in handwriting I recognized as my husband\u2019s, were four words:<\/p>\n
THE CLOCK HAS STARTED.<\/p>\n
I felt dizzy.<\/p>\n
The nurse immediately took the photograph away.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t look at it anymore.<\/p>\n
My husband had been thinking about this before our baby was even born.<\/p>\n
This wasn\u2019t a sudden breakdown that had appeared from nowhere.<\/p>\n
He had been feeding the belief for weeks.<\/p>\n
Maybe months.<\/p>\n
The officer told me they had found more photographs.<\/p>\n
Notes.<\/p>\n
Searches.<\/p>\n
Messages.<\/p>\n
Names.<\/p>\n
And one piece of paper that made the entire room go silent.<\/p>\n
A list.<\/p>\n
On it were three names.<\/p>\n
My name.<\/p>\n
My husband\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
And our baby\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Beside the baby\u2019s name was a date.<\/p>\n
Today\u2019s date.<\/p>\n
But underneath it was another line.<\/p>\n
IF THE EXCHANGE IS NOT MADE, THE LOSS WILL COME WITHIN SEVEN DAYS.<\/p>\n
I stared at the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat loss?\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
My brother-in-law whispered, \u201cNeither did my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did he believe it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he wanted something to blame.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence hurt more than anything else.<\/p>\n
Because suddenly I understood.<\/p>\n
The baby hadn\u2019t created his problems.<\/p>\n
The baby had become the explanation for them.<\/p>\n
My husband had been frightened by money problems, work problems, family problems, and the enormous responsibility of becoming a father.<\/p>\n
Instead of admitting he was afraid, he had found something smaller and more helpless to blame.<\/p>\n
Our child.<\/p>\n
The person least capable of defending himself.<\/p>\n
That was the truth.<\/p>\n
Not a curse.<\/p>\n
Not fate.<\/p>\n
Not bad luck.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Delusion.<\/p>\n
And a dangerous belief that had been allowed to grow unchecked.<\/p>\n
My husband was eventually taken away from the hospital.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t see him leave.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t want to.<\/p>\n
The hospital arranged for me and the baby to remain somewhere secure while the authorities investigated.<\/p>\n
That night, I barely slept.<\/p>\n
Every time the baby moved, I woke.<\/p>\n
Every sound in the hallway made my heart race.<\/p>\n
But morning came.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
And another.<\/p>\n
Nothing happened.<\/p>\n
No curse.<\/p>\n
No disaster.<\/p>\n
No mysterious punishment.<\/p>\n
The world simply continued.<\/p>\n
The sun rose.<\/p>\n
The nurses brought breakfast.<\/p>\n
My baby slept.<\/p>\n
Five tiny fingers curled around mine.<\/p>\n
On the fourth morning, I finally asked the nurse to help me sit beside the window.<\/p>\n
I held my child against my chest.<\/p>\n
Outside, people were walking into the hospital carrying coffee, flowers, bags, ordinary worries.<\/p>\n
Life had not stopped.<\/p>\n
That was when I realized something.<\/p>\n
My husband had believed that the baby was the source of all our bad luck.<\/p>\n
But the opposite was true.<\/p>\n
The baby had shown me exactly where the danger was.<\/p>\n
Before that night, I had been willing to explain away everything.<\/p>\n
His exhaustion.<\/p>\n
His anger.<\/p>\n
His strange comments.<\/p>\n
His obsession with luck.<\/p>\n
His secrecy.<\/p>\n
I had been trying to protect the image of the man I thought I knew.<\/p>\n
But when he stood between me and my child, holding that knife, there was no image left to protect.<\/p>\n
Only a choice.<\/p>\n
And I had made mine.<\/p>\n
Weeks later, I was told that my husband would face serious criminal consequences for what he had done.<\/p>\n
His family tried to explain his behavior.<\/p>\n
Some said he had been under unbearable stress.<\/p>\n
Others blamed the old notebook.<\/p>\n
One person even suggested that perhaps someone had deliberately manipulated him.<\/p>\n
Maybe they were right about the manipulation.<\/p>\n
Maybe they weren\u2019t.<\/p>\n
But none of that changed what happened.<\/p>\n
A belief had become an excuse.<\/p>\n
An excuse had become a plan.<\/p>\n
And the plan had nearly cost my child a lifetime.<\/p>\n
I never learned whether my father-in-law truly believed the things written in that notebook.<\/p>\n
I never learned who first created the strange family story.<\/p>\n
And I never learned whether my brother-in-law had known more than he admitted.<\/p>\n
There were still unanswered questions.<\/p>\n
There probably always would be.<\/p>\n
But one question no longer mattered to me.<\/p>\n
Was my baby unlucky?<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
My baby was alive.<\/p>\n
Healthy.<\/p>\n
Safe.<\/p>\n
And growing.<\/p>\n
Months later, I watched those tiny fingers reach for a toy above the crib.<\/p>\n
Five little fingers.<\/p>\n
Moving freely.<\/p>\n
Reaching toward the light.<\/p>\n
I stood there for a long time.<\/p>\n
Then I kissed the baby\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
I remembered the hospital room.<\/p>\n
The knife.<\/p>\n
The shouting.<\/p>\n
The bassinet against the wall.<\/p>\n
The moment I thought I might lose everything.<\/p>\n
And I finally understood something I wish I had known sooner:<\/p>\n
Sometimes the most dangerous thing in a family isn\u2019t the person who believes in a curse.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s the person who becomes so desperate to believe the curse is real that they stop seeing the human being standing in front of them.<\/p>\n
My child had never brought bad luck into our lives.<\/p>\n
My child had simply been born into a storm that already existed.<\/p>\n
And when that storm finally came for us, I chose to stand between it and my baby.<\/p>\n
I would do it again.<\/p>\n
Without hesitation.<\/p>\n
Every single time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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