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The Dollmaker turned the key. The doll’s head rotated 180 degrees with a perfect, ratcheted tick . Her empty eyes now stared straight at the woman in diamonds.

She wore a maid’s cap, starched white, tilted at a jaunty angle. House Of Gord Dollmaker

“Awareness is a flaw, madam. I have removed all flaws.” He tapped a small brass key on the back of the doll’s neck. “But she dreams. The bellows see to that. Every breath is a little sigh of contentment. She thinks she is pouring tea for angels.” The Dollmaker turned the key

Upon it stood Her .

“Would you like a closer look?” the Dollmaker asked. “I have another piece in the workshop. One that smiles.” House Of Gord Dollmaker

The guest shivered.