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A small figure moved through the garden. It had the shape of a small boy, but an observer would note that it moved oddly. Some movements too quick, others awkward, as if it were too strong yet unfamiliar with its own body. A full moon lit the landscape as the figure turned, and its face was clearly recognizable. Timothy smiled at the night and walked on, searching for something to satisfy him. He could sense life in the night, the small shapes of animals moving. They weren’t much but they would do… for now.