His cloak had a number of buttons in the front, made from
bits of wood, so it wouldn’t slip from his shoulders and reveal his twisted
arm. Townsfolk, superstitious and fearful, never reacted well; he learned that
while still living with Gabriel. He added the buttons after a branch pulled his
cloak off. A little girl saw his arm and started screaming. He was chased out
of her village shortly thereafter by several locals wielding various weapons
improvised from the tools of their trade. They followed him for about a mile,
to a dusty crossroad that marked the village edge.
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