The modish white summer dress rustled as the dying or dead Duchess was carried into the Konak, her bearers shifting their hands to better handle the weight of her soft, unresistant body; Sophie had tended toward a voluptuous plumpness as she entered her middle forties. Next to the Duchess’ casket, similar operations were being carried out with the body of Franz Ferdinand. A vent tube was carefully inserted into the Duchess’ anus to allow any undesirable gases to escape instead of remaining to bloat the body and hasten decomposition. Franz Ferdinand blew a half-irritated sigh out, glanced back at his wife, and smiled slightly. Read 47517 times |
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The Duchess’ face – in life, while she had never been considered a classic beauty, she was possessed of an exceptional handsomeness, her clear skin, dark hair and marvelous eyes being touted as