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
“Would you like a closer look?” the Dollmaker asked. “I have another piece in the workshop. One that smiles.” Upon it stood Her
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