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Matron's Coilfang

Down in the pit the Matron's brood teethed on this fang before it was ever a weapon, coiling it, poisoning it, wearing it smooth against a thousand scaled bodies. It strikes low and quick, the way things that live in holes must strike. What bites with it inherits her long, patient, unblinking hunger.