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In a dimly lit roOm far from the Grayson estate, a woman’s hand trembled as she brushed the edge of a silver picture frame. With a pained, guttural sob, she pressed the frame face-down onto the mahogany desk, as if she couldn't bear to let the eyes in the photo witness what came next. She picked up a beautifully crafted, lifelike doll sitting nearby, straightened her silk dress