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An Homunculus, Postscript by Mr Drust IV

from 50715 by Ullapul

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But tonight, as he stretched out on the straw filled bolster of the huge timber framed bed, he delicately unwrapped the tight bandage that kept under firm constraint, an homunculus that had developed at an alarming rate from the right hand side of his waist. Through necromancy and witchcraft, some said, he had raised this monster as though it were a suckling infant, constantly feeding it with thin gruel and fool's milk, soothing and attending to it 'neath the sickly glow of a gibbous moon. This thing had now grown and was conversant in six languages. It had taken on a character of its own and though its survival depended on its host, it formed a strange relationship with its master, at times acting as an ally and confidant, sometimes behaving as adversary or bully. On this night, however, as the bandages were loosened and it became exposed to the outside air, it yawned, raised its stunted arms over its head and began to speak in soft, plangent tones.

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from 50715, released October 11, 2012
Ullapul, Drust IV

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