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Apparently my fam-
I hope Kirkw-
I miss you
Too casual, too formal, too revealing. None of them sounded right. Warden-Commander Amell scrunched the scratched out mess of a letter with her ink-stained hands and tossed it into an unlit brazier. It joined a small pile of similarly ruined letters trying to bridge a three-year gap.
Maybe Cullen was happy in Kirkwall. Maybe he didn't want a reminder of the past. Maybe he still hated her. Maybe maybe maybe
With a flick of her wrist, she lit the brazier and watched the paper curl into itself like legs on a dying insect.
Maybe it was best to let sleeping dogs lie.