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When the old keeper forgot one latch, the 400-pound silverback reached through the steel

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back angled toward us, stripping bark from a branch in slow, efficient movements. Tom looked through the glass without expression.


Linda stood beside him, one hand on the wheelchair handle though he was not sitting in it.

“That’s Winston,” she said quietly.

Tom frowned. “That’s a big boy.”

Linda closed her eyes.

Then Winston continue reading …

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