One of Siobhan Cousland’s first memories was of trying to find her father and failing, until finally she’d found him in the kennels. He hadn’t told her to go away, but his face had been grave as he stroked the head of a mabari lying on its side and panting with effort. She’d knelt by the dog’s side and stroked her belly, asking her father what
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