The parasites were back, Dylan thought, a bitter taste in her mouth. And this time, they had brought friends. The thought echoed the finality with which she had hung up on Glyn, a sharp click that had seemed to sever the last frayed thread of familial obligation. But threads like that were never truly cut; they were tripwires, waiting in the dark.
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