“That guy’s a giant,” they said when they saw him approach;
huge-boned, wide-bodied, and stronger than an ox. “That guy’s scary. That guy’s
not one of us.” They threw their stones and tried to chase him away. Then the
girl disappeared.
“That guy’s evil,” they said as they drank their wine. “That
guy’s a monster. That guy’s not even human.” They threw their knives instead of
stones and tried to chase him away. Then the girl came home.
“That guy’s my husband,” said the girl. “I need your aid to heal
him.” And those were the days of the Nephilim.
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