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The wedding dress had turned to ashes, she wept disconsolately, her dream of perfect love ruined.
-It has to be now, -her mysterious grandmother insisted, offering her a revolting solution in a box.
She opened it warily, a putrid scent of stale lavender wafting over her, inside lay an antique dress, covered in mould and cobwebs.
-Try it on, -her grandmother ordered in a cavernous voice.
Panic-stricken, she plunged into the decaying fabrics that clung to her like maggots devouring her flesh.
Heart-rending screams flooded the room as her skin melted into the rotting shreds.
In the church, the grandmother gazed in fascination at the cadaverous bride.
-Today we remarried, -she murmured ecstatically, caressing the mummified remains.
