3 septembre 2026

The Hour I Didn’t Deserve

He was walking carefully.

Slow.

Measured.

Like every step had to be negotiated with his body first.

They had wrapped his paws in little blue bandages. His ears were shaved in patches where the frostbite had bitten deepest. There was a line of stitches above his eye.

He looked… smaller.

Not weaker.

Just… used up.

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