Sean was sitting and staring at the golem he'd created. He was slowly sketching it on a piece of paper in front of him, focusing on drawing the movement of magic through it, the runes that were embedded in it when you looked at it closely enough. The golem itself simply continued standing as if resting as it waited for instructions, for commands, for purpose. It didn't seem to stare at Sean as it lacked eyes, or a head at all really, but Sean could still feel it looking at him. How Sean knew this he wasn't sure, there was a connection there between the golem and himself. A connection that had been created when he'd crafted the golem, given it life.
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