The doll was an exact right down to the hairs on her browbone, the real girl lay entombed in stone, looking through glass eyes.
The crumbled tomb stone held a girl who looked through brown glass eyes of a doll who was an exact copy of the infant right down to the hairs on her browbone.
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The Short Story Collection
RomanceShort story collection brings you snippets of ideas that are not fully formed. Possibilities and imaginative thought provokers.
