The Golden Witness

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2026-06-06 09:19:22 -

The city didn't breathe; it wheezed. I watched the human from the shadow of a rusted dumpster, my whiskers twitching at the scent of stale coffee and desperation. He was a poacher, one of the few who still ventured into the "Green Patch," a jagged scrap of wild land that the skyscrapers of Manhattan had forgotten to swallow. He was clumsy. He moved with a heavy, rhythmic thud, his eyes wide and...

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