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For seven years, the doll sat motionless in a silk-lined chest. Until one evening, when the mist turned red as rust, a traveling monk knocked on Kuro's door. "You have bound a spirit of longing," the monk said, peering at the chest. "Not a ghost. Not a demon. Something between. Let me give her a second name: Ai Li—'the beloved echo.'"

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Madou Ai Li stepped out. She was no longer wood and paint. She was a girl of porcelain flesh and sorrowful joints, moving like water poured down a gentle slope. She did not speak, but when she touched a wilted flower, it remembered how to bloom. When she touched a broken heart, it remembered how to break again—more beautifully. For seven years, the doll sat motionless in