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The Creature was hidden among the trees of the park, engrossed in a large book in his lap. When entering his room, he had discovered not only a bed nicer than he'd ever dreamed of and all the food he could eat, but there were two large bookshelves filled with books. He didn't know how to react to this village, the kindness of people and the abundance of needs fulfilled. He'd spent the past 24 hours locked in his room, alternating between tears and rough, gravelly almost-laughter.
He turned the page of Gray's Anatomy, devouring every page as if somehow the book would tell him more about himself. He was, as always, aware of everything around him, always on the watch for villagers with axes and pitchforks.
He turned the page of Gray's Anatomy, devouring every page as if somehow the book would tell him more about himself. He was, as always, aware of everything around him, always on the watch for villagers with axes and pitchforks.