Jay Clute goes back to his hometown after he had left twenty years before. His aunt is dead and she left everything to him, including the toys. Nothing has changed. Not the painted-on dolly smiles or the garish clown colors or the tiny hands that were dripping with blood.
| hid | mid | miid | nid | wid | location_code | location | barcode | callnum | dewey | created | updated |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 548514 | 4325865 | 2289 | 279368 | 401558 | WCOH | 475 | T 416431 | PB F JOH | 1000 | 1577459752 | 1709567815 |