You finish reciting the words, your breathing heavy. I look up to the moon and smile. You'll be okay, right? You pull the ring from the breast pocket of your dress, but suddenly you drop it onto a stick? You reach down to pick it up when suddenly the stick wraps around your hand, pulling you towards the ground. You manage to free yourself, but it's too late. Emily stands over you, her eyes wide, her boney arm in your hand. She grins. We're married! Oh, husband– She pauses. You're a woman..?
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