The Chronicles of Panama

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I remember the smell of the first fire. It smelled of burning plastic and old curtains. The humans called it "The Great Reset," but to me, it was just the day the shouting stopped. My name is Panama. I am a Golden Retriever, and for three years, I have been the silent historian of New York. At first, the Small Ones were terrified. They cried in the nights, calling for the Tall Ones who had...

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