In the obsidian tower, Morven, the Necromancer, murmured incantations over a grave-dust circle. His heart, aged and weary, yearned for companionship. With a final chant, shadows swirled, coalescing into a spectral hound. Its eyes glowed with undying loyalty. Morven smiled, loneliness eased. Even in death, friendship bloomed.
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