<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> The doll.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/add_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> You open the chest and gasp. Inside is a porcelain doll worn ragged from years of neglect. It's clearly been a while since this thing had a child to love it. But despite all the grime and dust, you notice that the doll's eyes look eerily human and that there are little silver bells sewn onto her raggedy dress. But that's not all you find in the chest. There's also a black candle and – next to that – a single match. You look at your phone battery. It now says 1%. You'd better hurry and make a decision.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Light the candle.

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<aside> <img src="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" alt="/icons/arrow-right_lightgray.svg" width="40px" /> Close the chest and return downstairs.

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