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Her mother's Silk had been strung through every corner of Pharloom. Sometimes Lace had gorged herself on almost more of it than her soul could bear, telling herself the threads were her mother's love for her; other times, when she had felt more resentful, she'd waited until she'd started to fray.
Now… Now, Hornet was the only remaining source of Silk, and though she could go far, Lace could never truly leave her without eventually unraveling.
She hoped Hornet believed her when she said she didn't stay with her out of necessity. Most of the time it was even true.