Dirtha'vhen'an (гет)

There, in that dull reflection that was once a doorway to a world beyond, my mismatched eyes were accompanied by two familiar ones. Their colour was that of a storm; ice and rain and sea-grey, and a glimmer of violet, like lightning.
They stared at mine with such expectation. With hope. With longing.
We belonged in this space—this world. Together.
If only those eyes could see what I saw.
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After her death, Saeris wakes in Thedas, marked by a curse she does not understand.
From the Blessed Age to the Dragon Age, she follows the echoes of a truth that refuses to stay buried, learning that some myths were built to hide atrocities, and some rebellions were never finished. Love grows where it should not: slow, dangerous, and doomed from the start.
The price of knowing is steep.
The price of love is worse.
And if Saeris uncovers the whole truth, Thedas may not survive it.

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