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Upon it stood Her .

With a soft click , her spine straightened three degrees. Her gloved fingers, frozen mid-gesture over an invisible tea tray, twitched once and then held. 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.” Upon it stood Her

The guest shivered.

The woman stepped back. The bellows sighed. The party continued. House Of Gord Dollmaker

The Dollmaker finally looked up. He smiled—thin, dry, avuncular.