The cold arrived quietly that morning, settling into bone and breath without fanfare. Snow fell steadily over Brightwater, muting the world into fragile stillness. In the front garden of a locked, abandoned house, a mother dog braced against the frost, body curled tightly around four newborn puppies. Their breaths were shallow. Every minute mattered.
The door behind them was shut. …
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