The monster knew nothing. And then, to a chorus of gasps, it was born. Its flesh - once rigid, tall, and wooden - had been transformed into thickly-corded muscle and dense chitin. The body that had spent so many years upright now lay along the ground supported by two dozen different legs.

--Written by Jacob Duarte Spiel.

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