Vira Gold Dakota Doll -

Dakota laughed. She couldn’t help it. The absurdity—a cursed, gem-eyed doll with the soul of a Wild West gambler.

“Same as you. To see the ground give up its secrets. Take me to the claim. The old one. Where the miner left his daughter’s bones.” vira gold dakota doll

Not aloud. In Dakota’s head. A dry, rustling whisper, like corn husks in autumn. Dakota laughed

The doll arrived in a cracked cardboard box, wrapped in yellowed tissue paper. Its name was Vira. vira gold dakota doll

Dakota dropped her coffee mug. It shattered. She stared at the doll.

“You found me.”