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38 Maker Did he smile his work to see? Once the ventriloquist had finished the dummy—buffed the pine nose, tested the mouth action, sewed the little tuxedo coat— he heard a voice. He often found the way a dummy would speak by sitting with it. But this tone and cadence were his own. (This isn’t a story in which the dummy slips out at night and holds a pillow to his maker’s face.) Numbness comes—slack, dull— when a voice you thought yours leaves you and you confuse an audience with a room full of empty chairs. ...

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