It is a story in the tradition of Ursula LeGuin's "The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas", except told from the point of view of the abused innocent."
Golem mouth really, hers, will dip tongue in ink, tintenschwarz like currants black.
Not a shred of flesh was left on his bones; he was a complete skeleton except for his brain, which remained, and was growing smaller by the millennium. He stank.
