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Everyone Thought My K9 Was Dragging a Six-Year-Old Across the Winter Garden—Until I Saw the Blue Card in the Water
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The footsteps belonged to two guards.
The ribbon lay on the sunlit concrete between them.
Caleb’s hand tightened around his commissioning folder.
Cold rain on stone.
For a moment, Nolan heard nothing.
The guard stopped beside the revolving door.
Philip Crane did not reach for the tag again.
The wind swept across the tarmac.
The salute remained suspended between them.