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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.”

Kharon padded closer, pressed his warm muzzle to their palm, and stayed. hellhound therapy session berz1337 new

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. “A whisper

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“It’s allowed,” Dr. Marin said. “And you’re allowed to keep Kharon. He can protect you and still have boundaries. This is about negotiation, not eviction.”

Dr. Marin’s voice stayed steady. “What does being unrecognizable look like? What would you lose?”