It began on an ordinary afternoon—a cardboard box left on the porch, addressed in a careful, unfamiliar script. Inside, nestled in layers of tissue, was the doll. At first glance, she was unremarkable: porcelain skin, a faded blue dress, and glass eyes that held an unnerving, knowing stillness. They placed her on the mantel, a quaint addition to the living room. Soon, however, subtle changes cr...
