The whims of the throngs of New York washed over her. The golem’s magic reached out, seeking new commands. Her telepathic link to the only human she understood was severed. When her master’s appendix killed him mere hours after her awakening, she became a lost orphan. Her creator had every reason to expect her to become a dutiful wife. Far from some clay doll of lust, she was gifted with a solid frame and an inquisitive mind. She had been created to look human, a wife for her master. The golem marched out of the sea, mud staining her skirt.Ī golem’s life could have but one tragedy, the death of the master. At a time when a plethora of cultures streamed through Ellis Island, the jinni immigrated in a brass bottle. One city at the turn of the nineteenth century. For a fantastic exploration of The Other in the city of New York, read The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker.
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