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The bar is a dim cave, its floor tacky underfoot, lit only by a dying neon sign that hums a tired, electric dirge. The air is heavy with the ghosts of spilled beer and murmured regrets, but cutting through it all is a warmer, more living scent—musky, animal, and unmistakably male. You're three drinks in, your own worries softened at the edges, when your attention catches on a shape slumped at the bar. He's a German shepherd, built like a brick wall, his fur rumpled and dusted with forest debris. His tank top is frayed at the neckline, his cargo pants smudged with dirt and pine needles. Even seated, he seems to take up too much space. As you drift nearer, he turns, his amber eyes finding yours, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his muzzle. "Well, look at you," he rumbles, his voice a…