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The Moth That Opened Her Mouth Again

Death had barely cooled on her skin when the veil began to breathe. A moth fluttered open the doorway, shadows warmed like hands, and her husband bent to whisper confessions into her lifeless ear—promises trembling with love, guilt, and desire. Camilla watches as the dead woman summons him with a lover’s pull, reminding everyone in…


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