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She reached into her pack and pulled out the Idol. It wasn't lyrium anymore. It was a silent, silver key.

"Two years," Ellana said now, watching the rift pulse. "Game of the Year, they called it. All that content. All that expanding pain." Dragon Age Inquisition Game of the Year Edition...

"About time," Solas whispered. "I was getting lonely in the post-game." She reached into her pack and pulled out the Idol

The rift hung in the sky over the Frostback Mountains like a second, weeping moon. Cullen stood on the ramparts of Skyhold, watching the green flicker stain the snow. "It's bigger than this morning," he said, not turning around. "Two years," Ellana said now, watching the rift pulse

"It always is," replied Ellana Lavellan, the Inquisitor. She held the hilt of her spirit-blade loosely. She wasn't looking at the rift. She was looking at the war table map in her mind. The Descent. The Deep Roads. The Qunari. The Game of the Year Edition, Varric had joked once. "All the pain, patched and polished."