One of the guests, a woman in diamonds, leaned forward. “Is she… is she aware?”
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.
The guest shivered.
She wore a maid’s cap, starched white, tilted at a jaunty angle.
The Dollmaker finally looked up. He smiled—thin, dry, avuncular.
One of the guests, a woman in diamonds, leaned forward. “Is she… is she aware?”
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.
The guest shivered.
She wore a maid’s cap, starched white, tilted at a jaunty angle.
The Dollmaker finally looked up. He smiled—thin, dry, avuncular.