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He caught his breath and tried to pull away but there were others behind him, pressed forward by the group of wild journalists.
Something growled, low and with utter menace.
Virga was looking into the bared maw of a Doberman pinscher on the other side of the gate. Its eyes were wide with a fury that signaled attack; the gleaming white teeth, stake-sharp, were only inches from Virga's face. The animal strained on a chain leash.
"My God," Virga said.
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The man holding the Doberman let his grip go slack on the chain.
Virga jerked his head away just as the animal charged the gate. It sprang up on its hind legs, snapping and snarling at the men You are not allowed to view links. Register or Login, who cringed but still kept taking pictures even as they backed away. Another Doberman sprang from nowhere. It remained crouched, growling, with eyes that watched for any new threat.
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