The hellhound’s ears tilted. It liked the idea of a ritual. It liked rules. Berz1337 closed their eyes and, with a voice like someone admitting a secret, said, “Kharon.”
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On the way out, Berz1337 paused at the door. Kharon lifted his head, eyes molten but with a softness newly learned. “Five more minutes?” Berz1337 asked the dog without looking back. The hellhound’s ears tilted
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Dr. Marin nodded. “And does he ever get predictive? Does he warn you before he acts?”
Outside, a tram bell clanged. The hellhound’s chest rose and fell; it did not move.