He Lay in the Dust, Waiting for Someone Who’d Never Return

The street was empty. Leal curled tight against the cracked pavement, his ribs sharp under thin fur. He shivered, though the sun burned overhead. His eyes, soft and searching, followed every shadow that passed. No one stopped. Cars rumbled by, kicking up dust that settled on his wounds. A man walked past, then froze. He …

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