Porcelain faces haloed by golden blonde hair. Dew-dampened dresses of identical blue clinging to budding breasts and curveless waists, white lace frayed and dirt-stained at knobby knees. Skin pale where it should have been aglow with youth’s rosy flush. Expressions frozen in soft repose, a stark contrast to their bodies’ rictus, caught in the grip of rigor mortis.