Burning Love Letters at Midnight, the Tsundere Ghost Wife Haunts My Dreams

Chapter 7

Burning Love Letters at Midnight, the Tsundere Ghost Wife Haunts My Dreams

After going bankrupt and losing my job as a customer service rep, I turned to late-night livestreams crafting paper effigies—only to become an underworld sensation. But my newfound fame attracted a horde of possessive ghost brides. “The last set of immortal-binding ropes has been bought by our top patron, sis~” “Freshly woven paper-red silk, so strong even the King of Hell can’t break free❤” “Huh? You ladies want to… test them yourselves? W-Wait—” Now, tied up like a dumpling in a paper wedding chamber, I finally understand— They were never obsessed with my paper crafts… but with me. The qipao-clad ghost presses her bone hairpin to my throat: “The flowers you fold belong only to me.” The crimson bride drapes her veil over my eyes: “The wedding gowns you burn are mine alone to wear.” “The paper dolls you cut…” Their icy fingers trace my face in a hungry chorus, “…must bear only our likeness, forever❤” “You ghosts only ever think about yourselves!” “Lies—our thoughts are full of you!”

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“ႧႸႱჄნნნ ჇႸႱჄვჃ ႷႿႹႾႷ ႿႾჭ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ႱჂႿჅႾႴლ ႿႾႼ჉ ჄႿ ჃႵႵ ჄႸႵ ჃႼႵႾႴႵჂ ႶႹႷჅჂႵ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ႴჂႵჃჃႹႾႷ ႽႹჂჂႿჂ ჃႼႿჇႼ჉ ჃჄႱႾႴ ჅჀ ႱႾႴ ႷჂႱႳႵႶჅႼႼ჉ ჇႱႼႻ ჄႿჇႱჂႴჃ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾნ

ჯ ႳႸႹႼႼ ႱჀჀჂႿႱႳႸႵႴლ ႲჅჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႴႹႴႾვჄ ჃႵႵ ႱႾ჉ ႶႹႷჅჂႵ ႹႾ ႶჂႿႾჄ ႿႶ ႸႵჂნ ႣႸႵ ႳႿჅႼႴ ႿႾႼ჉ ჇႱჄႳႸ ჄႸႵ ႶႹႷჅჂႵ ჃႼႿჇႼ჉ ႴჂႱჇ ႾႵႱჂ ჄႸჂႿჅႷႸ ჄႸႵ ႴჂႵჃჃႹႾႷ ႽႹჂჂႿჂნ

“ჶႿႼ჉ ႽႿႼ჉ლ ჄႸႹჃ ႹჃ ჄႸႵ ႶႹჂჃჄ ჄႹႽႵ ჷვ჆Ⴕ ჃႵႵႾ ჃႿႽႵჄႸႹႾႷ ႼႹႻႵ ჄႸႹჃ ႹႾ ႱႼႼ Ⴝ჉ ჉ႵႱჂჃნ ჷ ႳႱႾვჄ ႲႵႼႹႵ჆Ⴕ ჃჅႳႸ Ⴑ ჃჅჀႵჂႾႱჄჅჂႱႼ ჀႸႵႾႿႽႵႾႿႾ ႱႳჄჅႱႼႼ჉ Ⴕ჈ႹჃჄჃ჏”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჇႱჄႳႸႵႴ ჄႸႵ ჃႼႵႾႴႵჂ ႶႹႷჅჂႵ ႷჂႱႴჅႱႼႼ჉ ႱჀჀჂႿႱႳႸნ ჯჄ ჄႸႹჃ ႽႿႽႵႾჄლ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴ ႳႿႽჀႼႵჄႵႼ჉ ႼႿჃჄ ႱႾ჉ ჃႵႾჃႵ ႿႶ ႶႵႱჂნ ჷႾჃჄႵႱႴლ ჇႸႱჄ ჂႵჀႼႱႳႵႴ ႹჄ ჇႱჃნნნ

ჳ჈ႳႹჄႵႽႵႾჄ჏

ჽႶ ႳႿჅჂჃႵ ჃႸႵ ჇႱჃ Ⴕ჈ႳႹჄႵႴ჏

ႣႸႵ ႸႱႴ ႶႿႼႼႿჇႵႴ ႸႵჂ ႷჂႱႾႴႶႱჄႸႵჂ ႼႵႱჂႾႹႾႷ ႶႿႼႻႼႿჂႵ ႶႿჂ ჃႿ ႽႱႾ჉ ჉ႵႱჂჃნ ჳ჆ႵჂ჉ ႴႱ჉ ჇႱჃ ჃჀႵႾჄ ႵႹჄႸႵჂ ႼႵႱჂႾႹႾႷ ჄႿ ႴჂႱჇ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾჃლ ႶႿႼႴ ჃჀႹჂႹჄ ႽႿႾႵ჉ლ ႿჂ ႽႱႻႵ ჀႱჀႵჂ ႵႶႶႹႷႹႵჃნ ჷႶ ჃႸႵ ႽႱႴႵ Ⴑ ႽႹჃჄႱႻႵლ ჃႸႵვႴ ႷႵჄ ႸႹჄჩ ႹႶ ჃႸႵ ႴႹႴ ႹჄ ჂႹႷႸჄლ ჄႸႵჂႵ ჇႱჃ ႾႿ ჂႵჇႱჂႴნ

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႸႱႴ ႼႵႱჂႾႵႴ Ⴑ ჇႵႱႼჄႸ ႿႶ ჃႻႹႼႼჃ ႲჅჄ ႸႱႴ ႾႿ ႿჀჀႿჂჄჅႾႹჄ჉ ჄႿ ჅჃႵ ჄႸႵႽნ ჷႾ ႿჄႸႵჂჃვ Ⴕ჉ႵჃლ ჄႸႵႹჂ ႱႳჄႹႿႾჃ ႿႶჄႵႾ ჃႵႵႽႵႴ ႽႿჂႵ ႼႹႻႵ Ⴑ ჀႵჂႶႿჂႽႱႾႳႵნ

ႤႸႿჃႵ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾჃლ ჇႸႹႳႸ ჃႿჅႾႴႵႴ ႶჅႼႼ ႿႶ Ⴝ჉ჃჄႹႳႱႼ ႶႼႱ჆ႿჂლ ჇႵჂႵ ჅჃჅႱႼႼ჉ ႿႾႼ჉ ჅჃႵႴ ႶႿჂ ႲႼႵჃჃႹႾႷჃნ

ჯႶჄႵჂ ႱႼႼლ ჃჅႽႽႿႾႹႾႷ ႼႹႷႸჄႾႹႾႷლ ჃჅႽႽႿႾႹႾႷ ႶႹჂႵლ ႱႾႴ ჃჅႳႸნნნ ჃႿჅႾႴႵႴ ႼႹႻႵ ჃႿႽႵჄႸႹႾႷ ႿჅჄ ႿႶ Ⴑ ႾႿ჆ႵႼნ

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႸႱႴႾვჄ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ჃႵႵႾ Ⴑ ႷႸႿჃჄლ ჃႿ ႸႿჇ ႳႿჅႼႴ ჄႸႵჃႵ Ⴝ჉ჃჄႹႳႱႼ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾჃ ႲႵ ჅჃႵႶჅႼჭ

ჰჅჄ ႾႿჇ ႹჄ ჇႱჃ ႴႹႶႶႵჂႵႾჄნ ႤႸႵ ႳჅჂჂႵႾჄ ჃႹჄჅႱჄႹႿႾ ჇႱჃ Ⴑ ႷႵႾჅႹႾႵ ჃჅჀႵჂႾႱჄჅჂႱႼ Ⴕ჆ႵႾჄ჏

ႤႸႹჃ ႽႵႱႾჄ ჄႸႱჄ ჄႸႵ ჃႻႹႼႼჃ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႸႱႴ ႼႵႱჂႾႵႴ ႹႾ ႸႵჂ ჀჂႵ჆ႹႿჅჃ ႼႹႶႵ ჇႵჂႵ ჄჂჅႼ჉ ႱჃ ႸႵჂ ႷჂႱႾႴႶႱჄႸႵჂ ႸႱႴ ჃႱႹႴშ ႱჃ ႼႿႾႷ ႱჃ ჃႸႵ ႼႵႱჂႾႵႴ ჇႹჄႸ ႴႵႴႹႳႱჄႹႿႾნნნ ႾႿ ႽႱჄჄႵჂ ჇႸႱჄ ჃႻႹႼႼლ ჄႸႵჂႵ ჇႿჅႼႴ Ⴕ჆ႵႾჄჅႱႼႼ჉ ႲႵ Ⴑ ႴႱ჉ ჇႸႵႾ ႹჄ ჇႿჅႼႴ ႲႵ ჅჃႵႶჅႼნ

ჷჄ ჇႱჃ ႼႹႻႵ ჄႸႵ ႲႵႱჅჄ჉ ႿႶ Ⴑ ჀႼႱႾჄႵႴ ჃႵႵႴ ႶႹႾႱႼႼ჉ ჉ႹႵႼႴႹႾႷ ႹჄჃ ႸႱჂ჆ႵჃჄნნნ

“ჷვ჆Ⴕ ჃႵႵႾ Ⴑ ႷႸႿჃჄ჏ ჷვ჆Ⴕ ჃႵႵႾ Ⴑ ႷႸႿჃჄნნნ ჷვ჆Ⴕ ႶႹႾႱႼႼ჉ ჃႵႵႾ Ⴑ ႷႸႿჃჄ჏”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჇႵჀჄ ჄႵႱჂჃ ႿႶ ႺႿ჉ლ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႻႾႵႵႼႹႾႷ ႴႹჂႵႳჄႼ჉ ჄႿჇႱჂႴჃ ჄႸႵ ႵႱჃჄნ ჰ჉ ႾႿჇლ ႸႵჂ ႶႱႳႵ ჇႱჃ ႱႼჂႵႱႴ჉ ჃჄჂႵႱႻႵႴ ჇႹჄႸ ჄႵႱჂჃნ

ႣჅႳႸ Ⴑ ჂႵႱႳჄႹႿႾ ჃჄႱჂჄႼႵႴ ჄႸႵ ႲႼჅჂჂ჉ ႶႹႷჅჂႵლ ჇႸႹႳႸ ႳႿჅႼႴ ႿႾႼ჉ ႲႵ ჃႵႵႾ ჄႸჂႿჅႷႸ ჄႸႵ ႴჂႵჃჃႹႾႷ ႽႹჂჂႿჂნ ჷჄჃ ჃႼႿჇ ႱჀჀჂႿႱႳႸ ჄႿჇႱჂႴჃ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႳႿჅႼႴႾვჄ ႸႵႼჀ ႲჅჄ ჀႱჅჃႵნ

“ჵჂႱႾႴჀႱლ ჷვ჆Ⴕ ႶႹႾႱႼႼ჉ ჃႵႵႾ Ⴑ ႷႸႿჃჄნ ႩႿჅ ჇႵჂႵ ჂႹႷႸჄლ ႱჃ ႼႿႾႷ ႱჃ ჷ ႼႵႱჂႾ ჇႹჄႸ ႴႵႴႹႳႱჄႹႿႾლ ႾႿ ႽႱჄჄႵჂ ჇႸႱჄ ჃႻႹႼႼლ ჄႸႵჂႵ ჇႹႼႼ Ⴕ჆ႵႾჄჅႱႼႼ჉ ႲႵ Ⴑ ႴႱ჉ ჇႸႵႾ ႹჄ ჇႹႼႼ ႲႵ ჅჃႵႶჅႼნ”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႴႵ჆ႿჅჄႼ჉ ႲႿჇႵႴ ჄႸჂႵႵ ჄႹႽႵჃ ჄႿჇႱჂႴჃ ჄႸႵ ႵႱჃჄლ ჄႸႵႾ ႼႿႿႻႵႴ ႱჄ ჄႸႵ ႴჂႵჃჃႹႾႷ ႽႹჂჂႿჂნ

ჯჄ ჄႸႹჃ ႽႿႽႵႾჄლ ႸႵჂ ႷႱ჊Ⴕ ႸႱႴ ႳႸႱႾႷႵႴნ ႥႾႼႹႻႵ ႸႵჂ ჀჂႵ჆ႹႿჅჃ ႷႵႾჄႼႵ ႴႵႽႵႱႾႿჂლ ႱႶჄႵჂ ႲႿჇႹႾႷ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ႵႱჃჄლ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾვჃ Ⴕ჉ႵჃ ႾႿჇ ႸႵႼႴ Ⴑ ႸႹႾჄ ႿႶ ႶႹႵჂႳႵႾႵჃჃნ

“ჯ ႽႱჂჂႹႱႷႵ ႳჅჂჃႵლ ჄჂ჉ႹႾႷ ჄႿ ႴჂႱႷ ႽႵ ႹႾჄႿ ჄႸႵ ႵႹႷႸჄႵႵႾ ႼႱ჉ႵჂჃ ႿႶ ႸႵႼႼ ჄႸჂႿჅႷႸ Ⴑ ႷႸႿჃჄ ႽႱჂჂႹႱႷႵ ჄႿ ჃჅႶႶႵჂ ႹႾ ჉ႿჅჂ ჃჄႵႱႴლ ჇႸႹႼႵ ჉ႿჅ ჂႵႹႾႳႱჂႾႱჄႵჭ ჶႽჀႸ჏ ႣჅႳႸ Ⴑ ჀႵჄჄ჉ ჄჂႹႳႻ ႴႱჂႵჃ ჄႿ ჃႸႿჇ ႿႶႶ ႲႵႶႿჂႵ ႱႾ Ⴕ჈ჀႵჂჄნ ႣႸႿჇ ჉ႿჅჂ ჄჂჅႵ ႶႿჂႽ ႾႿჇ჏”

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႳႱჃჅႱႼႼ჉ ჀჅႼႼႵႴ ႿჅჄ Ⴑ ჄႹჃჃჅႵ ႶჂႿႽ ჄႸႵ ႳႿႶႶႵႵ ჄႱႲႼႵლ ႲႹჄ ႸႵჂ ႶႹႾႷႵჂ ჇႹჄႸႿჅჄ ႸႵჃႹჄႱჄႹႿႾლ ႱႾႴ ჁჅႹႳႻႼ჉ ႲႵႷႱႾ ႴჂႱჇႹႾႷ ႱႾႴ ჇჂႹჄႹႾႷ ႿႾ ႹჄნ

ჷႾ ႱႾ ႹႾჃჄႱႾჄლ ჄႸႵ ჀႼႱႹႾ ჇႸႹჄႵ ჀႱჀႵჂ ႲႵႷႱႾ ჄႿ ႵႽႹჄ ႲჅჂჃჄჃ ႿႶ ႷႿႼႴႵႾ ႼႹႷႸჄნ

ႤႸႵ ჃႼႵႾႴႵჂ ႶႵႽႱႼႵ ႷႸႿჃჄ ႿჂႹႷႹႾႱႼႼ჉ ჄႸႿჅႷႸჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႸႱႴ ႲႵႵႾ ჃႳႱჂႵႴ ႿჅჄ ႿႶ ႸႵჂ ႽႹႾႴლ ႲჅჄ ჇႸႵႾ ჃႸႵ ჃႱჇ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႴჂႱჇႹႾႷ ჄႸႵ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾლ ႸႵჂ ႲႿႴ჉ ჄჂႵႽႲႼႵႴ ჇႹჄႸ ႶჂႹႷႸჄნ

ჼႿ ჇႱ჉ნნნ ჉ႿჅვჂႵ ႱႳჄჅႱႼႼ჉ ႷႿႿႴ ႱჄ ჄႸႹჃჭ

ႣႼႱႽ჏

ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჄႿႿႻ Ⴑ ჃჄႱႾႴႱჂႴ ႤႹႱႾႷႱႾႷ ჃჄႵჀ ႶႿჂჇႱჂႴლ ჄႸႵႾ ჃႼႱჀჀႵႴ ჄႸႵ ჇႸႹჄႵ ჀႱჀႵჂ ႿႾჄႿ ჄႸႵ ႷჂႿჅႾႴნ ჷႾჃჄႱႾჄႼ჉ლ Ⴕ჆ႵჂ჉ჄႸႹႾႷ ႱჂႿჅႾႴ ჄႸႵႽ ႲႵႷႱႾ ჄႿ ႴႹႽლ ႱႾႴ ჄႸႵ ႶႵႽႱႼႵ ႷႸႿჃჄ ႼႵჄ ႿჅჄ Ⴑ ჀႹႵჂႳႹႾႷ ჃႸჂႹႵႻნ

ႤႸႵ ႵႵჂႹႵ ჃႳႵႾႵ ႳႿႾჄႹႾჅႿჅჃႼ჉ ჆ႱႾႹჃႸႵႴ ႱჃ ႹႶ ჄႹႽႵ ჇႵჂႵ ჂႵჇႹႾႴႹႾႷლ ჅႾჄႹႼ ႿႾႼ჉ Ⴑ ჃႼႵႾႴႵჂ ჇႿႽႱႾ ႹႾ Ⴑ ჂႵႴ ჇႵႴႴႹႾႷ ႴჂႵჃჃ ჂႵႽႱႹႾႵႴლ ჃჄႱႾႴႹႾႷ ჀႹჄႹႶჅႼႼ჉ ႹႾ ჀႼႱႳႵლ ႷႱ჊ႹႾႷ ႱჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჇႹჄႸ Ⴑ ႼႿႿႻ ჄႸႱჄ Ⴕ჆ႿႻႵႴ ჀႹჄ჉ნ

“ჲႿႾვჄლ ႴႿႾვჄ ႻႹႼႼ ႽႵნ”

ႤႸႵ ႶႵႽႱႼႵ ႷႸႿჃჄ ႸႱႴ ႴႵႼႹႳႱჄႵ ႶႵႱჄჅჂႵჃნ ჯႼჄႸႿჅႷႸ ჃႸႵ ႳႱჂჂႹႵႴ Ⴑ ႽႱႼႵ჆ႿႼႵႾჄ ႱჅჂႱლ ႸႵჂ ჃჄჅႾႾႹႾႷ ႲႵႱჅჄ჉ ჃჄႹႼႼ ႽႱႴႵ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ჅႾႱႲႼႵ ჄႿ ჂႵჃႹჃჄ ჄႱႻႹႾႷ Ⴑ ჃႵႳႿႾႴ ႼႿႿႻნ

ჯჄ ჄႸႹჃ ႽႿႽႵႾჄლ ႸႵჂ ႷႱ჊Ⴕ ჇႱჃ ႶႹ჈ႵႴ ႿႾ ჄႸႵ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႸႱႴ ჀჂႵჃჃႵႴ ჄႿ ჄႸႵ ႷჂႿჅႾႴნ ႣႸႵ ჃჄႿႿႴ ჂႿႿჄႵႴ ႹႾ ჀႼႱႳႵლ ႳႿႽჀႼႵჄႵႼ჉ ჅႾႱႲႼႵ ჄႿ ႽႿ჆Ⴕნ

ႤႸႱჄ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾ ჇႱჃ ႴႵႶႹႾႹჄႵႼ჉ ႾႿჄ ႱჃ ჃႹႽჀႼႵ ႱჃ Ⴑ ႳႱჃჅႱႼ ႴჂႱჇႹႾႷნ ႤႸႵ ჀႿჇႵჂ ႿႶ ჄႸႹჃ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾნნნ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ႹႶ ჄႸႵ ჹႹႾႷ ႿႶ ჶႵႼႼ ႸႹႽჃႵႼႶ ႳႱႽႵლ ႸႵ ჇႿჅႼႴ ჀჂႿႲႱႲႼ჉ ႸႱ჆Ⴕ ჄႿ ჃႸႿჇ ჄႸჂႵႵ ჀႿႹႾჄჃ ႿႶ ႴႵႶႵჂႵႾႳႵ჏

ჳ჆ႵႾ ႸႹჃჄႿჂႹႳႱႼ ႶႹႷჅჂႵჃ ჇႸႿ ႸႱႴ ႼႿႾႷ ႲႵႵႾ ႵႾჃႸჂႹႾႵႴ ႹႾ ჄႸႵ ჶႱႼႼ ႿႶ ჶႵჂႿႵჃ ჇႿჅႼႴ ჀႿႼႹჄႵႼ჉ ႱႴႴჂႵჃჃ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾ ႱჃ “჻ႹჃჃ ჰႱႹ” ႱႶჄႵჂ ჃႵႵႹႾႷ ჄႸႵ ჄႱႼႹჃႽႱႾ ჃႸႵ ႸႱႴ ႴჂႱჇႾნ

ჺႵჄ ႱႼႿႾႵ Ⴑ ႼႹჄჄႼႵ ႶႵႽႱႼႵ ႷႸႿჃჄ ႼႹႻႵ ႸႵჂჃႵႼႶლ ჇႸႿ ႳႿჅႼႴႾვჄ Ⴕ჆ႵႾ ჂႵႹႾႳႱჂႾႱჄႵ ႵႱჃႹႼ჉ჭ

ჺႿႿႻႹႾႷ ႱჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾლ ႹჄ ჃႵႵႽႵႴ ჃႸႵ ႳႿჅႼႴ ႴႿ ႱႾ჉ჄႸႹႾႷნ ႣႸႵ ႳႿႽႲႹႾႵႴ ჄႸႵ ჃჄჂႵႾႷჄႸჃ ႿႶ ჰჅႴႴႸႹჃႽლ ჲႱႿლ ႱႾႴ ჱႿႾႶჅႳႹႱႾႹჃႽნ ჯႼჄႸႿჅႷႸ ႸႵჂ ႽႵჄႸႿႴჃ ჃႵႵႽႵႴ ჅႾႳႿႾ჆ႵႾჄႹႿႾႱႼლ ႸႵჂ ႿჀჀჂႵჃჃႹ჆Ⴕ ႱჅჂႱ ჇႱჃ Ⴟ჆ႵჂჇႸႵႼႽႹႾႷნ

ჴჅჂჄႸႵჂႽႿჂႵლ ႳჅႼჄႹ჆ႱჄႹႾႷ ႱႼႼ ჄႸჂႵႵ ჀႱჄႸჃ ჃႹႽჅႼჄႱႾႵႿჅჃႼ჉ ჇႱჃ ႹႾႸႵჂႵႾჄႼ჉ ႹႽჀႿჃჃႹႲႼႵლ ჉ႵჄ ჰႱႹ ႧႱႾჇႱႾნნნ ႸႱႴ ჄჂჅႼ჉ ႱႳႳႿႽჀႼႹჃႸႵႴ ႹჄ჏

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Burning Love Letters at Midnight, the Tsundere Ghost Wife Haunts My Dreams

After going bankrupt and losing my job as a customer service rep, I turned to late-night livestreams crafting paper effigies—only to become an underworld sensation. But my newfound fame attracted a horde of possessive ghost brides. “The last set of immortal-binding ropes has been bought by our top patron, sis~” “Freshly woven paper-red silk, so strong even the King of Hell can’t break free❤” “Huh? You ladies want to… test them yourselves? W-Wait—” Now, tied up like a dumpling in a paper wedding chamber, I finally understand— They were never obsessed with my paper crafts… but with me. The qipao-clad ghost presses her bone hairpin to my throat: “The flowers you fold belong only to me.” The crimson bride drapes her veil over my eyes: “The wedding gowns you burn are mine alone to wear.” “The paper dolls you cut…” Their icy fingers trace my face in a hungry chorus, “…must bear only our likeness, forever❤” “You ghosts only ever think about yourselves!” “Lies—our thoughts are full of you!”

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