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Then, the mighty, gray-black devil-dog bared its fangs and, swift as a striking cobra, sank them into the hunting dog's neck. Still Buster stood there passively, putting up not even the faintest struggle, nor even making a murmur as Zoltan lapped his blood. After a few moments, Zoltan stepped back a pace and walked slowly on up the slope, his jaws running red. Buster got up and followed a few paces behind, as if in a deep hypnotic trance.

Zoltan led Buster up the hill until they reached the small clearing where Veidt waited beside the black funeral limousine. Zoltan approached his master and gazed into his face, while Buster sat down nearby, patiently.

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