It was the smell of cooking food that drove him, finally into the public eye.
The smell of food drove him MAD.
I haven't eaten... in days, he thought.
Nothing but chalice.
Dreadful poisen.
The way it slithered down you and through you and the pain became you......
He followed the smell to an opening in the forest, and peered at the clearing to a lit window of a cottage... he was not the only one up late tonight.
He felt himself salivate.
This is nuts. I have to go in there. He thought. But...
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