“Master Mayor and Council, I’ve excised your cities vermin, and you’ve verified it.”
“Yes, Master Kit of Tsune’.”
“You’ve only paid me half.”
“It’s all we could afford.”
“A promise wasn’t kept. I hope you’ll understand.”
He turned and left.That night, Kit played his flute. Lightning and clouds danced. Seven children began the Dancing Plague. They left town, the eldest child of the mayor and each city council family. Outside of the city, Kit spoke to the seven children.
“Welcome children to your new family, my skulk is now your skulk.”
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I didn’t ask for resurrection. I wanted to forget my iniquities, but they rose with me. Memory burns this brain, bright with lightning-spark. I open my mouth to shout No! No! But my tongue is gone. Bitten off when the noose snatched me from the long fall. Now all I manage is a groan. They call me a monster, with these nodes in my neck and scars of incision circling my scalp, and they are right, but not for the reasons they proclaim.
They look at the package, hideous, discolored, aberrant humanity. The contents are grislier still.