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[NightShade]

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It had been a while since she had reduced the level of the toy factory.
She had felt the personalization was lost in its mass production. One would think the idea was to get the dolls into the hands of every living being. To see every child, woman and man placing the dolls within their care. Yet scarcity Shade had always beleived created demand. Having the dolls in the hands of key figures was her goal. Perhaps many of the middle class did not have them, yet strangely many of the poor did....

It was odd her target areas made no sense yet anyone that knew Nightshade new she had calculated this and plotted.

She stood over a table where one of the dolls was being clothed by a young child, laying her long fingers atop the childs head she stroked its soft hair. Her black nails shown in the child's curly blond hair, strangely the child took no notice. It continued its work and Shade watched with an approving eye.

The Luck dolls were dressed in green a lovely shade of green, the clothing as always exquisite. She sighed heavily and moved her hand to her barren shoulder.

Aaaah Mimus I do miss you so, but soon soon the new phase shall unfold. She was fortunate to be part of the Cabal, where mass quantities of blackrock were at hand. She looked down at the doll on the table staring back at her and nodded Cear would be proud..
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