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Thanhund: Deep underground, hidden from prying eyes, a stone lid scraped across a sarcophagus. A pale, taloned hand reached from within the stone coffin, and easily pushed it the rest of the way open. A bloated, blue tongue licked the hand eagerly. A fond chuckle sounded from within the coffin, and the pale hand reached up to gently pat a stitched and patched canine head. “Good boy. Are you ready for the night?”