The Scent of Greed
(Variant V-06: Dog's Perspective) The air was thick with the smell of wet pine and the sharp, metallic tang of the Man's excitement. I could feel it vibrating through the leash—a jagged, hungry energy that made my own hackles rise. The Man smelled of old coffee and gunpowder, and today, he smelled of something else: a desperate kind of wanting that made him forget to give me my usual treats. We...
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