The Wistful Crossroads

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The iron buckle of your corset is the first thing to go, snapping against the stone floor with a sound like a bone breaking. Then the left garter. Then the lace of the bodice, unraveling into white threads that look like veins stripped from a corpse. You are being dismantled. This is not a stripping; it is an autopsy of the self, performed by the hands of men who have never touched a soul, only...

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