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the spectrum responded instinctively showing teeth and pinched a powerful warning coming out from his throat. in defense of his creator and himself.
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hearing functioned perfectly at victorโs uttered but muffled words. this sense seemed activated for good when touch intervened. just then, the creature met his creatorโs eyes. so dark but yet luminous as those who studied him,
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it was true, victor's dissatisfaction had in fact allowed a distance to develop between the two in a short time, but there was still that little spark of curiosity towards his own creation's attitudes.
certainly the feelings of the latter had not been questioned, because, ยป
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in the end, he only pointed the tower as refuge, after waving the hand before victor to apologize and show him the reason of distraction. the creature felt his heart pounding, while nature rebelled with a rumble.
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his fingers traced the ink, following the sound of a heartbeat.
โ victor. โโ victor. โ he urged him to tell him more, for everything suddenly had its own substance, yet no distinct form or name.
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unaware of the noticeable black marks upon his skin, victorโs gradual approach filled him with stimulation, for he realised that this was not some kind of natural competition. that irrational, or perhaps simply animalistic,
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his strength diminished considerably, it seemed, or was simply incomparable to that of his creation, since he found himself following him in kneeling before those pages, steeped in memories, only now noticed by victor. the same ones he had read repeatedly. ยป
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he perceived a drumming beneath his flesh. a brief, pearly smile followed the doctorโs passion, growing ever more curious about the letters surrounding the drawing, he brought the book closer.
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"His limbs were in proportion, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful! Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness."