"It were pink," Susan tells them, and Alain trades a grim look with Cuthbert and shifts a little forward. "What was pink?" he asks, gentle, sending into her with the gift he's always carried. "Something you saw? Something you heard?"
"Everything." Simple and clear and certain. "I was floating in the fire, and everything were pink."
"Gods be kind." Cuthbert's voice is a little choked.
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"Everything." Simple and clear and certain. "I was floating in the fire, and everything were pink."
"Gods be kind." Cuthbert's voice is a little choked.