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  It all began when Ma brought someone with her. I couldn't tell who they were, as they wore a giant red coat. She left them alone for a while, to go talk to Gear. I was left watching her charge, and whoever they were, they didn't speak.

Even when they tripped and fell down, there was no sound. Graveyard's "children" went to go help them, and all three began to play a game together. Their ever-watching "mother" stayed a distance away, her parasol held high despite the good weather.

  When Ma came back out, I had stopped her. "Who is that?" I had asked. She rolled her eyes, clearly not caring.

  "That's not important." After saying that, she went to retrieve her.....child?

  She came by a few more times that week, bringing the kid with her. Every time, she would leave them with Graveyard and her servants, and they would play. Sometimes, Graveyard would join in, playing tag or hide-and-seek. It was a pleasant sight, but one that was ruined by the lack of knowledge on this child.

  I had no doubt that they were a child by the mannerisms they displayed. But whoever they were, that was kept under wraps. Ma never told me anything, just sighing and keeping quiet. I got the impression that she didn't care.

{•}

    "You have been found guilty!"

  My voice rang out around the courtroom, and the intruder flinched. I wasn't scary, but the idea of a doll finding one guilty was terrifying.

  "No, please! I have kids to take care of, please, no!"

  I turned my gaze to Ma, as the girl was dragged away by Graveyard's servants. She screamed with fear. Those screams mixed with the cackles of the Master of the Graveyard. I sighed, wondering if I had made the right choice.

  "Now, now, dolly, you did the right thing. Just think, if anyone survived, they would tell others of this place. I might not be able to collect the Vessels anymore if that happens."

Once more, I sighed. "Yeah, you're right. That would be bad."

{•}

About a few weeks after the trial, the child returned by themself. Ma was not anywhere to be seen. Somehow, that scared me. When I asked, the child handed me a piece of paper. Words were scrawled on it. They read: My name is Postman. I work for Ma.

It was most definitely a child's hand writing. The words blended together, like the paper had been wet when they wrote it. They seemed scared, shivering despite the heavy-looking coat.

  Speaking of the coat, it was torn and battered. I could see a white shirt underneath, along with gray pants. There was more visible, but I chose to ignore it. Instead, I placed one hand on the child's shoulder and said, "Go see Graveyard. She and her servants can help you more than I can."

  They nodded, and off they went. I didn't see them for hours. Right until the end of the evening, when they trotted out to the delivery van on the outskirts of the Theatre.

  I caught a glimpse of the gray pants.

{•}

  I knew something was wrong when Ma came back. She looked horrible, as thought someone had tried to kill her. Maybe someone did. Honestly, I wouldn't have been that sad. No one here trusted Ma.

  "What happened?" I asked curiously. I was sitting on a table, my legs swinging back and forth.

  Ma let out a frustrated shriek. "It doesn't matter! I couldn't find the d*mned thing!"