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Chapter 10: Silence
She stood, tall and proud, and pale as a ghost. Her arms stretched outwards, reaching, as her mother worked the lacings to her corset, tugging at the strings fiercely. Bursts of air escaped Liziwe’s grim-set lips with every pull, as her waist was slowly drawn in, and in, displacing flesh and bone. Her Mother spoke not a word, pulling the white gown down and over Liziwe’s torso, helping her arms through the long, stiff sleeves, to settle on her hips. She could feel her mother’s hands tremble as she began to button the myriads of tiny, untenable buttons, and still no words were passed; no expressions of comfort, or fear, or the simple gentle solace of a clasped hand. Disquiet ran rampant, thick and poisonous as hemlock. She regarded her reflection passively in the ancient, tarnished mirror; a relic of better times for the Matiwane family. Her hair was artfully plaited and pinned round the crown of her head, a style soft yet severe, dignified yet girlish
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