The Hound's Ledger

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I remember the smell of the city first—a mixture of hot asphalt, rotting garbage, and the electric tang of ozone. I was a creature of the gutters, a patchwork of ribs and matted fur, surviving on the scraps of a world that viewed me as a nuisance. I didn't ask for much: a dry piece of cardboard, a stray crust of bread, and the occasional kindness of a stranger. Then came the Man. He was a blur...

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