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Winter suited him. It simplified life, stripping it down to essentials.
As he rounded a bend, a tightening in his chest made him slow. To the right, beyond a low fence, was a weathered wooden house he had passed countless times. Always empty. Always silent.
At first, it seemed like a shadow drifting in the snow. Then it lifted its head.
Rowan stopped.
The dog was rigid, ribs faintly visible under matted fur. Her legs quivered with the effort of standing. Beneath her, four tiny bodies lay curled into themselves, dangerously still.
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