The quiet streets of Willowbrook seemed ordinary when I moved in, but everything changed after I noticed a golden retriever who spent hours staring into a storm drain across from my house. At first, I dismissed it as quirky behavior, until one morning I offered him a soup bone. Instead of eating it, he carefully pushed it through the grate. When I looked down, I froze—there was a child huddled on a ledge eight feet below.
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