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Sonder

Chapter Seven: Silence

Leliana knows the depths of silence intimately. She knows its peace and its chaos. She knows the empty stillness of a chantry chapel at the break of dawn, candles burnt throughout the night, the bright lip of the sun just ghosting through the high windows. And she knows the deafening quiet of blood-splattered snow, the burning wreckage of Haven looming bright and brilliant just over the mountain's edge.

But most of all, Leliana knows the silence of the Maker. The hush of unanswered prayers and the searing quiet of swallowed screams.

Most of all, she knows the silence of abandonment.