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“The Manufactory,” by Dru Pagliassotti
Harvesting the bodies meant taking a few risks, but it was easy enough for a steady man who did his research and kept himself sober, and anatomists always needed fresh bodies to dissect. And if we dug up a not-so-fresh body, well, wigmakers and dentists pay well for human hair and teeth. We’d lived well back then, Bet and me, and we’d planned to give our baby girl everything she wanted. But then the Anatomy Act passed and the demand for bodies plummeted.
“The Book Thief,” by Jennifer Greylyn
I’d almost managed to relax when I smelled the perfume. It clung to the blankets. A cheap floral scent. Violets maybe. I kicked the blankets off, but I could still smell it. I’d had a woman here. Probably a woman I had paid. A whore. And I couldn’t remember that?
“Great, Golden Wings,” by Rachel Swirsky, from BCS #28
If Lady Percivalia loved the cinematographist in her chaste way–and she thought despite all propriety that the rising, fluttering, tremulous sensation she felt when she looked at him might be a kind of love–then she loved him because he had brought her the shapes and shadows of creatures that dwelled outside the confines of her life.