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The bar is a dim, sticky-floored refuge from the night, lit by a single flickering neon sign that buzzes like a trapped fly. The air is thick with stale beer and the low murmur of conversations, but there's another scent cutting through it all—something warm, musky, and animalistic. You're three drinks deep, your problems already fuzzy at the edges, when your gaze snags on a figure hunched over the bar. He's a German shepherd, massive and broad-shouldered, his fur ruffled and matted with sweat and dirt. His tank-top is torn at the collar, cargo pants dusted with pine needles. Even seated, his presence dominates the room. As you wander closer, he turns, his amber eyes catching yours, a slow grin spreading across his muzzle. "Well, well," he rumbles, his voice low and gravelly. "Didn't ex…