The leash dug into my calloused palm, a leather lifeline connecting me to the only creature on this earth I trusted.
“Titan, heel.”
My voice was a low growl, rough like gravel in a mixer. It was the voice of a man who hadn’t used it for anything softer than a command in four years.
Titan didn’t move.
My German …
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