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“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.”

Berz1337 inhaled. “I’m afraid I won’t recognize myself when I’m not angry.” hellhound therapy session berz1337 new

The hellhound’s tail tapped once, a dull drumbeat. It was listening. It was always listening. “A whisper

Dr. Marin nodded. “And does he ever get predictive? Does he warn you before he acts?” hellhound therapy session berz1337 new

If Kharon had a thought about the whole affair, it was this: fire can warm a room without burning it down, if someone shows it how.

Kharon padded closer, pressed his warm muzzle to their palm, and stayed.