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The dog’s ears twitched. His eyes locked on hers. One massive paw shifted forward, then back.
Sarah swallowed and took one careful step.
“Easy, Bishop.”
The animal beside Dante’s bed made a sound so soft it didn’t belong inside that body at all.
A whine.
Then, with the obedience of memory snapping into place after years buried alive, the beast lowered himself continue reading …
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