The Clockwork Man

The Clockwork Man

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He was not born, as other were, by God and flesh - he was born of metal and magic. He longed to know what if was like to feel. To have the wind caress his face, to have cold hands on his skin and actually get goosebumps, prickling of hairs. To feel.
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Broken

I close my eyes. I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die. Suddenly, I feel my stomach drop and my head start to spin. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I try to breathe, but my mouth is dry. The sickening feeling continues for about a minute, then it stops. I open my eyes; I'm not dead... Yet.

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