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“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. Flat. Accusing. Escape from the Room of the Serving Doll Free D...

Behind him, he heard the gentle, final click of the Serving Doll’s heart stopping—like a teacup being set down for the last time. “Drink,” she repeated, and this time her head

The scratching grew louder. The doll stood. Her joints made no sound. She walked—no, glided—toward him, each step a millimeter too smooth. ” she repeated

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.

The doll gestured. A cup of tea materialized on the table. Steam rose in a perfect spiral.