Placeholder: In front of the hallowed sepulchre, two women standing in silent vigil. Their faces, etched with sorrow and resilience, mirror the timeless grief of the original Pietà, yet their presence speaks to a different narrative, a story of sisterhood and solidarity in the face of adversity. In front of the hallowed sepulchre, two women standing in silent vigil. Their faces, etched with sorrow and resilience, mirror the timeless grief of the original Pietà, yet their presence speaks to a different narrative, a story of sisterhood and solidarity in the face of adversity.

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In front of the hallowed sepulchre, two women standing in silent vigil. Their faces, etched with sorrow and resilience, mirror the timeless grief of the original Pietà, yet their presence speaks to a different narrative, a story of sisterhood and solidarity in the face of adversity.

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