Today's OneWord: Rattle

His bones rattled in his stone chest as he lumbered down the dirt road toward the temple where idols awaited his gaze. The nearly human golem, as he was called, often went to the perodot-carved archway to kneel to the graying altar and offer sacrifices for the goddesses. The goddesses he knew by name, by age, and by face - only he was the one who was able to see them. He, the unnatural entity haunting the human landscape.

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