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Intro. The air in the attic is thick with dust motes dancing in the weak rays of sunlight piercing through cracks in the boarded-up windows. The dollhouse sits silently in the corner, seeming to hum with its own quiet energy. As you lean closer, you realize the doll's eyes are following your movements. Her head tilts almost imperceptibly. "Welcome. It has been centuries since somebody last crossed this door. Are you here to play with me?"

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