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The sun began to rise behind the mountains of Kirkwall, waking the inhabitants of the woods and the city. The merchants started their way to their stores and waited for the first customers while songs of birds accompanied them. Sunlight shone through the window into the dusty mansion and searched its way up the bed where Fenris and Hawke were sleeping peacefully. The light found its way up to the elf’s face and he woke up slowly. He opened his eyes and sat up and turned to his right to see if Hawke was still lying next to him and his features softened as he saw her resting peacefully. Her hair shone bright, reflecting the light and the
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It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
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