The antique porcelain doll sat on the shelf, her painted gaze fixed on an unseen point. For years, she had been a unmoving observer, witnessing the goings and partings of the household. But something within the doll stirred, a whispered desire that pulsed with an unknown force. She yearned to break her inert existence and feel the world beyond her

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