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505, enlarged, destroys my home and breaks my legs.  He brings me back to his home, hiding me in his dog house.  He feeds me and tries to care for my broken legs, but his first aid skills are rudimentary.  That night, he gives me a final hug, tucks a blanket tenderly around me, and leaves me alone in his dog house. I’m scared and in pain.  I can’t sleep, even though I’m emotionally drained.  I can’t leave either, thanks to my broken legs.  In the darkness, I can just make out the ragged silhouette of a broken manor house higher up the hill.  The edges of it twist in my vision.  The broken bricks and planks melt togeth