A poor boy watched a polished stranger hurl a writhing sack into the river—what he pulled from the water would change everything.
May draped the park in mellow gold. On the grass sat Lyova and Misha—matching school trousers, blue shirts, knees grass-stained—while a shaggy Alabai sprawled beside them at full puppy stretch. Rex’s nose was wet, his eyes uncannily gentle. “Watch this,” Lyova said, grinning as he held out his hand. “Rex, paw!” The pup sprang up, […]
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