_{"A wandering shuck from the Old Moors of a rolling countryside, shackled by some tenuous bond to the grassy fens and old, vine grown monuments that litter them. Time has begun to grey and peel the once black fur of the hound, leaving them a better reflection of the spirit they once resembled in a life so far past that perhaps no mind now living might remember what they were. The known malice of a young shuck has already bled out of them so long ago in their prime, leaving nothing more than a shuffling - if benevolent - vagrant. Vaguely, the distinct sound of rattling chains follows them on the wind, billowing thickly against the dense cloud of black smoke that surrounds them."}

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