A gentleman who looked like a stern crow did not look like the sort who seeks servants among girls’ orphans or hires someone to work in a factory—or like the kind of man who adopts children, though such people rarely appeared on the doorstep of the St. Margaret’s shelter. He was looking for a special girl—the one who doesn’t like playing with dolls. And Florence always felt special… Hidden behind a high fence is an old manor deep in the garden, with paths that look like an endless green labyrinth… Florence’s simple job here is to take care of the doll collection. “You will never leave this house again—don’t be afraid!”—so why did those words from Mr. Moline and his beautiful sisters sound like a threat? And the dolls… One day Florence will see what hides behind porcelain faces and fragile papier-mâché bodies. And despite the horror, she will understand that, for the sake of these dolls, she is ready to give up a human life…