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After the Fall: Chapter XIV
“Charles tried to bring out my original form. Charles thought that would make it right. His methods were insane. His reasoning wasn’t. It needs to end.”
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After the Fall: Chapter XIII
“See? Are those the words of the vampire destined to bring about the fall of civilisation? No way!”
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After the Fall: Chapter XII
“You’re human and you’re tortured and you have a pet dragon that you accidentally named after me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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After the Fall: Chapter XI
“Relying on a lot of tools lately, Angel. Swords, axes, Spike. Your action figure is overflowing with accessories.”
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After the Fall: Chapter X
“Ha-Ha! We gotta make this quick – the Spike Dragon is double-parked!”
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‘Dr Claire Saunders’ / Whiskey
Ghost. Healer. The scarred echo of a life rewritten. Dr. Claire Saunders – Whiskey – was once the Dollhouse’s prized masterpiece, the most exquisite creation in a stable of borrowed identities. But perfection did not protect her. Beauty was a target, and cruelty reshaped her into…
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‘Mellie’ / November
Ghost. Echo. A love that was never hers to keep. Mellie – November – was a construct of kindness, a carefully crafted illusion of comfort in a world built on manipulation. She was the soothing whisper in Paul Ballard’s war, the fragile promise of something real…
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Laurence Dominic
Sentinel. Strategist. The unflinching shadow at the heart of the Dollhouse. Laurence Dominic understood the dangers, the delicate balance between control and chaos. Where others revelled in creation, he saw only the threat – the creeping unravelling of morality in the name of science. A soldier…
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Ivy
Ivy was the quiet pulse in the Dollhouse’s laboratory, the one who saw without being seen, understood without being asked. She was sharp, capable, the only one who could keep pace with Topher Brink’s hurricane mind. But in a world where genius was dangerous, where loyalty…
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Alpha
Schism. The fracture where genius meets madness. Alpha was the experiment that defied control, the walking proof that the Dollhouse could not master what it sought to create. His mind – once a symphony of personalities – became a warzone, each identity clawing for dominance, each…














