For a long moment, the world shrank to that single spot on the porch. The bundle of fur looked almost alive, as if it might suddenly uncurl and stare back at me. I searched for a rise and fall of breath, a twitch, a sound—anything. There was nothing. Just the eerie stillness and the cold boards beneath my feet, holding this inexplicable, reddish shape like an accusation.
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