A wedding veil brushes a graveyard branch, and a vow catches where no heartbeat does. In a soot-streaked Victorian parlor, Victor Van Dort smudges ink across his vows, his world defined by status over feeling, duty pressed tight as a corset. He is our nervous compass, caught between the kind, living Victoria Everglot, and the waiting Corpse Bride, Emily, beneath the roots and moon.
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