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Kuro found her one dawn by the river, her reflection rippling differently than her body. "Stop," he whispered.

Long ago, a master puppeteer named Kuro lost his daughter to a fever that turned her skin the color of winter lilies. Consumed by grief, he carved a doll from the heartwood of a lightning-struck willow. He painted her eyes with indigo so deep it held the night sky, and strung her limbs with threads spun from his own gray hair. He named her Madou—"the demon child"—for he knew creation without a soul was a curse, not a miracle. madou ai li

The boy blinked. Madou Ai Li fell into sawdust and indigo paint. Kuro found her one dawn by the river,