"A mechanic, working at the back of an upright glass-fronted coffin booth, released a trip wire, This made the last cog click within the machinery under the sign, MLLE TAROT, THE DUST WITCH. The wax woman's figure within the glass box nodded her head...Her cold wax hand brushed the Dust of Destiny on a ledge within the coffin. Her eyes did not see; they were sewn shut with laced black-widow web, dark threads. A waxwork fright fright good and proper, she was."
-Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes.
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