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The man sat up straighter, unease prickling at his spine. His dog let out a low growl and lifted its head, alert. As they neared the spot, the \u00a0bag<\/span><\/a> on the ground twitched.<\/p>\n

He slammed the brakes.<\/p>\n

Heart racing, he jumped out and approached the bundle. Rain had muddied the fabric, and the plastic was soaked through. He knelt and reached for it \u2014 just as something inside shifted.<\/p>\n

His stomach turned.<\/p>\n

Carefully, with shaking fingers, he pulled a pocketknife from his jacket and cut into the bag. Beneath the layers of plastic and damp cloth, he saw something impossible to ignore: a tiny hand.<\/p>\n

A child\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n

He staggered back, stunned. Then, regaining focus, he gently pulled back the rest of the fabric. There, bundled tightly, was a little boy \u2014 maybe two years old \u2014 his face streaked with dirt, lips pale, eyes shut.<\/p>\n

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Wasting no time, the man wrapped the boy in his own coat and carried him back to the car. His dog leaned in, softly whimpering, and gave the child a tender lick on the cheek. The boy exhaled faintly, then went still again.<\/p>\n

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