House of Dolls
Chapter 1
[ . . . ] There are moments when the pile of worn clothing in the center of the rag room bestirs itself suddenly like a volcano and sends a pervasive fear throughout the large room. The women, huddled at their benches around the clothes heap, are suddenly still. Their hands manipulate the knives like priestesses readying a ram for offer…
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