A freak finds its way.
On the face of it, there’s not much choice. Figure out how to walk in the open or spend your days in the bell tower. Modern-day bell towers are no place to spend your time. There’s no pizza delivery. No wireless internet.
So the freak climbs down into the world.
The world. That warren of rocky pathways. The freak learns to navigate, bumping against dead ends, tripping on fallen branches. There’s the occasional twinge of the funny bone, the high sweet sting, a flashing warning, a lesson.
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