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They sat there for a long time, watching the shadows of the oaks stretch like long fingers across the valley. Leo talked about the things he couldn't tell the kids at school—how he was still a little afraid of the dark, and how he wanted to build a boat that could sail on the grass. Barnaby listened with the patient, unjudging wisdom that only old dogs possess.

Leo hopped down, his feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. He buried his hands in Barnaby’s thick mane, inhaling the scent of dried cedar and summer air. They walked back together, a boy and his golden shadow, leaving the fence to guard the hill until the sun returned. 5429006_035.jpg

As the sky turned a deep, bruised purple, Leo felt a gentle nudge. Barnaby was standing now, his head cocked toward the farmhouse where a single yellow light had just flickered on in the kitchen window. It was the signal. They sat there for a long time, watching