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At the sanctuary, mornings usually began the same way—quiet routines, familiar movements, animals waking to another day of safety after lives once shaped by loss. No one expected anything unusual that day.
Then the caregivers saw Bobo.
The great silverback sat apart from the others, his massive frame curved inward, arms held close to his chest. At first, they worried something was wrong. Bobo had lived at the sanctuary for decades. He was calm, gentle, respected—the steady heart of his group. But the way he sat now was different. Protective. Focused.
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