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LL MADRID: The Display

Jaden was unimpressed. The occult museum wasn’t even scary as Gramma’s basement. He rolled his eyes at a doll slumped in a cage.

Hannah kept still. She’d waited a long time. She’d prefer a girl, but the boy would do.

Hannah blinked her doll eyes. The little boy was hers.

L.L. Madrid has always wondered about dolls.