This is a story about lying to make one self comfortable instead of facing the hard, cold truth of reality. Eventually, the hard, cold truth of reality can catch up to the people lying to themselves and the end result is not pretty.
All that needs to happen now is something horrible beyond the Inquisitors control and all those people singing the songs to the herald of Andraste will turn on the Inquisitor in a heart beat.
Faith can move mountains and what is reality in a world were magic spirits and demons truly exist. A world where gods can be corrupted into arch-demons and slain, where dwarves can be condemned by the stone to become rock wraiths or forgotten spirits. In a world where ashes of a holy woman can cure what even magic can not.





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