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She needed no altar, no charms, no chanting. When she was sick, her eyes performed the evil magic. Years passed like this. Tiny graves filled the village ground, and Amora continued living on borrowed years. Until one day the elders gathered and said, “Enough.” They made a decision. The next time Amora fell sick, no child would go outside. No pregnant woman would pass near her house.