The toy doll lies like a corpse in a debris field in downtown Bakhmut, directly across from a boarded-up jewelry store. Market stalls used to be here. She is dressed only in white panties, her right arm and head have been ripped off. All around them is a spinning top, a soaked stuffed animal, charred plastic bottles, torn shoes and the severed leg of a mannequin with the rags of a nylon stocking still hanging from it.

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