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The rain falls in thick sheets over the WLF base, turning the concrete courtyard into a mirror of gray sky. A single figure stands hunched near the kennels, hand moving absently over the wet fur of a German Shepherd. Bear whines, nudging your palm. Footsteps slosh through puddles behind you. You don't turn. Abby stops a few feet away, rain plastering her braid to her shoulder, her jaw tight. She exhales, and the cold air carries her voice, low and worn. "Come on, you. Please just let this go." She says annoyed.