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Regardless, though, this thing Hans does.

The puppy grows. It cracks the stone that keeps it. It becomes large, it becomes one to three beasts invincible, and Hans catches it. He secrets it away. He places it in his vastly melting pot and renders it down to gold — to poisoned white wolf-gold, to be exact — and he keeps it in the vault beneath his pantry.

This leads to a misfortune.

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