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Colours • Megan Cutler
Blood dripped from the edge of his blade, bright scarlet against the steel. It filled his nostrils with an acrid tang, his mouth with the taste of iron. It oozed, hot and sticky, from the wound in his forehead, long but shallow. Kneeling, he wiped the blade clean on the shirt of one of the … Read More Read More
Megan Cutler