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Little Valora shrieked, dropping her storybook to the ground. What once rotted had sprung back to life; wretched marriage between gourd and ghoul. It groaned, inching towards her, a toothy grin carved into its dull orange face.
“Now, I took some creative liberties, but I think I captured his likeness.” Taliesin crouched down, adjusting an errant leaf. “What do you think?”
Valora sat in the soil and reached for its vine, softly petting it. The creature opened its eyes and was met with a smiling face.
“Hi Mr. Pumpkin,” she whispered, as to not startle the golem. “It’s me, Valora.”