Solas and the Inquisitor

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A reverence. A catching. This centre...
Flickering, in the cast of all worlds.

Heart.
O' mine. Met and made one.

Desire; treasured, lit aflame.
And yet - heavy and faded -
lost in the game.

Where he doth tread, in thy eternity.
Her spirit, wrought in (by) dread,
forgone sanity.

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