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“You didn’t swallow,” she said. Flat. Accusing.

The doll froze. Her eyes dimmed. Her mouth opened, and instead of a scream, a small paper slip fluttered out. On it, in faded ink: Thank you for freeing me. Now run. The kitchen door is behind you.

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“Guests who waste,” she whispered, “become the kitchen.”

“Drink,” she said.

He picked up the cup. The doll’s lips curled—not a smile, just a porcelain curve. He pretended to sip, then set it down.

“Drink,” she repeated, and this time her head tilted a fraction too far—thirty degrees, mechanical. “It is rude to refuse a gift.” “You didn’t swallow,” she said

He pulled.