In the dim glow of broken dreams, the Puppet-maker smiles. His creations dance o

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In the dim glow of broken dreams, the Puppet-maker smiles. His creations dance on strings of lightning and sorrow, their laughter echoing long after midnight. Every puppet has a soul — the price was simply someone else’s.