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A taste of Scorbosgol

It was no secret what had become of Count Wyrzucik's beloved wife, though few of the villagers dared speak of it. They feared the Count and his obsessive devotion to his wife, for he considered any word spoken against her criminal. Still, if one listened to the hushed whispers spoken in the tavern, where ale and mead numbed the fear of the Count, one could hear of the terror that lurked beneath the Count's manor. Those who had glimpsed it spoke of a creature with chitin and fur that walked on many clawed feet. Every week, the Count would order his men to bring five villagers, each of whom he would accuse of a crime. After a brief farce of a