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Outside, a tram bell clanged. The hellhound’s chest rose and fell; it did not move.

The dog’s eyes blinked once, deliberately. A ripple like wind moved through its fur. “Kharon,” it accepted, as if the syllable fit into a place inside it. hellhound therapy session berz1337 new

“A whisper.” Berz1337’s voice dropped. “A heat at the base of my skull. Sometimes a scent — like burnt sugar. It’s never long enough to stop him. He moves faster than guilt.” Outside, a tram bell clanged