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  1. He can’t tell for how long he’d been out cold, but the moon hangs concerningly low and ominously crimson in the night-sky; its dying light bleeding out over the fog-shrouded landscape in cascades of scarlet and black, while a stinging scent of copper and decay stabs his nose with metallic, lifeless cold.

    This is so beautiful and dream-like, and reading it is like walking through a dark memory. I was so caught up in it, worrying so much that Rogue was truly gone, thinking that you'd gone and broken my heart. I was so, so happy when you brought him back! And the way you did it, with Sting's magic, it was perfect and beautiful. I love this fic and I really hope you continue with it. <3

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