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He set down his tools.

He leaned back, his back a symphony of aches. On the table lay a lumpy, misshapen bundle of paper, no bigger than a clenched fist. It was ugly. It looked like a crumpled receipt. Anyone else would have thrown it away. But Leo saw the truth: nestled inside that chaos were all 1,376 scales, the segmented spine, the clawed toes, the whiskers. works of satoshi kamiya 4

Over the next two weeks, the shaping began. Leo worked under a bright lamp, using tweezers and a drop of water to soften the fibres. He shaped the head, a process requiring five separate sinks and reverse folds just to form the snout. He teased out the horns, three on each side, each one a delicate spike of compressed paper. He formed the legs, coaxing the dragon to stand on its own four feet for the first time. He set down his tools

The Ryujin sat on a black silk cloth. It was not large—maybe seven inches from nose to tail tip. But it was alive. Its scales were a thousand tiny overlapping rhombuses. Its claws gripped the air. Its head was turned slightly, as if sensing an intruder. The paper, once flat and soulless, now had the tension of muscle, the curve of bone. It was ugly

Tonight was the night for the "collapse."