There is a word for this.  One I’d once have found laughable.  I congratulate those who live in a world where laughter is all that is elicited.  The word is: werewolf.  Based upon my research and his aversion to the silver head of the family crest on my cane, that is the only sane result of an insane equation.

I remember when silver sickened me, but because my cane was an alloy, I was safe.  This creature shrinks from the faintest glimmer.

As much as I must destroy him, I must attempt to save him first, if I can.



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