They kept the golem hidden in their barn, and worked to repair them by lamplight. They weren’t artificers, but they did what they could.
They kept the damaged construct as comfortable as they could, and hid them from Inquisition forces. The Inquisition had declared all ‘thinking constructs’ to be abominations, and anathema to all ‘true life.’ They were to be destroyed on sight, and the penalty for harboring one was death.
The golem sat in the dark and waited. They knew the farmers were risking everything to protect them, and one day, they would need to be protected in turn.

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