Moonlight spilled through the endless rows outside, the wind rustling a path through the tall corn as I set the heavy pewter chest down in the porch light. My fingers traced the divine swirls and sprawls etched into the surface of the foot-long box as I listened to the night song falling quiet. The owls roosting in the barn hid. The coyotes howling through the distant trees fled, and the stars alone accompanied me as I undid the clasp and pulled up the lid.
Half a dozen mechanical children danced a circle around a fallen log. A bulbous gut hunched there, bordered by the arms and legs of a man and topped with the bristles and tusks of a boar. The monster drew its arms to the sky, to me as I watched, and opened its mouth in a noiseless laughter.
The wind ceased, and I gazed out at the rustling corn to watch Him emerge.
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