It looked like...no, she was just confused, that's all. Dreaming. She had to be dreaming. Because if she wasn't, she was standing in the middle of the Main Hall. In Skyhold. -"Flashy entrance there, I must say! But, who are you, exactly?" Hermione spun around, but what she saw did nothing to make the situation any less surreal. "Varric?" she whispered. "Are you real? Is this real?"
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Добрая сказка о тех самых нитях, незримых. О волшебстве и магии без палочек. О добре человеческого сердца, чудиках и чудесах. И в финале так тепло, будто душу укутали шарфом с серебряными снежинками.
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