**The Forgotten House: A Dog, a Photograph, and a Memory That Wouldn’t Let Go**
The road stretched empty ahead, swallowed by the creeping dusk—a silence so complete it pressed against my chest. I’d driven this highway countless times, but tonight the stillness felt unnatural, like the world itself was holding its breath. Then, out of the shadows by the rusted fence, a figure emerged—not a person, but a dog, …
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