We watched and braced ourselves as the golem continued to struggle toward us.
Its magic was fading. Without the hat, it was already reverting to its original form. The facial features had already melted away, and its muscles were turning back into slushy snow. The creature collapsed, and the sun quickly melted the snowman into a puddle.
I picked up the battered old top hat. It didn’t look extraordinary, but I could feel the malevolent otherworldly forces trapped within.
“An artifact this powerful cannot be destroyed,” I said. “We need to put this someplace where nobody will ever find it.”

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