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    UPDATE: this fic is being rewritten. Updated version scheduled to be uploaded shortly.

    Thali Amell should have died at Fort Drakon.
    He should have died a thousand times after that. Every brush with death leaves him more exhausted than the last, and the rift between Thali and the Hero of Ferelden grows a little wider.
    The Calling would have been a relief, if it didn't happen to coincide with a mage rebellion and the worst political instability in decades. Now living on borrowed time, he journeys to the Conclave as a last ditch effort to do something useful. Nothing in his life can ever go the way he plans, however.
    When the dust settles, he learns its a lot easier to get through the day as the unremarkable, unrecognizable 'Lee' than it ever was as the Hero. He intends to spend what little time he has left lending a hand to the Inquisition and it's beleaguered Commander.
    That plan falls apart pretty quickly too.

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