by YapAlen
In a drowned world, a bone collector pulls a red corpse from the Yellow River. A mark burns into his palm. Then the floor disappears. He falls into the First Door: a room full of paper dolls. Seven days. Seven dolls. Seven bones. One door. He is not alone. Seven strangers fell with him. Some will help. Some will break. The dolls talk. The walls lie. And every night, something watches.
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