Lake Lewisia #949

"I'm a cobbled-together thing," the monster lamented, "made of spare parts and unwanted things, by a creator who fears their own power as much as he fears me." The teenager, with piercings stitching broken lines across his face and bandages around his chest under the heavy layers of clothes that hid his form, nodded along. "I feel you," he agreed with all the solemnity of youthful misery, the born and the made bound in solidarity.

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LL#949