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The color was becoming a regular palette in the sea of purples and greys; a stain on the soft pastels, matted in lavender waves. Laudna hated the color. Hated that she saw it in the flowers on her corset, hated that she saw it in the lining of Ashton’s jacket, hated that she saw it pour from Imogen’s mouth again every time she closed her eyes.
Crimson covered scraps of fabric and never fully washed out of clothes, no matter the soap or spell. It seeped into skin and gushed out just as fast.
But their tether was crimson, too.