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It was a warht when a fist knocked at the door so hard that the hinges bent

A man opened it and peered out into the street There was ht as well have tried to see through white velvet

But he thought afterwards that there had been shapes out there, just beyond the light spilling out into the road A lot of shapes, watching hiht ht

There was noand dark red and looked like a child's clay model of a man Its eyes were two embers

'Well? What do you want at this tiht?'

The golem handed him a slate, on which ritten:

WE HEAR YOU WANT A GOLEM

Of course, golems couldn't speak, could they?

'Hah Want, yes Afford, no I've been asking around but it's wicked the prices you're going for these days'

The golem rubbed the words off the slate and wrote:

TO YOU, ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS

'You're for sale?'

NO

The goleht

It was also a golem, the man could see that But it wasn't like the usual luleamed like a newly polished statue, perfect down to the detailing of the clothes It res, all haughty stance and imperious haircut In fact, it even had a small coronet moulded on to its head