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The lights died. The air thickened. And on the stage, a single spotlight revealed a life-sized porcelain doll, joints clicking as it turned its head toward the audience. Its face was painted with Lila’s own features—her mother’s cheekbones, her father’s crooked smile—but smoothed into eerie perfection.

She walked outside into the cool night. The marquee was dark again. And for the first time in ten years, Lila Chen went home and dug her paintbrushes out of the garage. dazzlingdolls ticket show