August in Maine, on the seaboard was the first time that I saw him. Planks striped along walkway buckled, seemed to lead me there. I found myself in an alley, the doll district and that is when I heard him call me.
"Joe", he bellowed. "What is it that you want more than anything else?"
"To be loved."
A shape rose from the shadows, a puppet, but it moved on its own. "My name is Shlang. I can make all your dreams come true."
He told me of his powers. The ages that he had seen, wars, death, his fate. He would give me all that I asked for. I ran like hell.
Come back, Joe.
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