The wolves... The impossibly large wolves. And it had come out of Drina's cottage and not in. And the bandaid and... Christ. She couldn't help but come to the same conclusion that Cathair did even if she thought it was impossible. No, there had to be some other explanation. It couldn't be this. It was impossible. "You are mad. Madder than me even. That's fucking impossible." The door (quietly) snapped shut then and plunged her back into darkness.
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