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The Winged Hound
Serving the Wizards
Of the corpse-eating Cult
Spirits, Guardians;
None to meet.
Bound up with their soul,
They become like a ghoul.
Being free from all sin,
Called the Soul-Symbol.
Wearing it around their neck,
Gnawing the dead.
Projecting astrally through space,
They have wicked ways.
Werewolf, were-animals;
Winged Hound
Soul of the Ghoul
After dead their souls persist
Being stronger and potent indeed!
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The Winged Hound
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