skies.
Chaol and Yrene began bickering, laughing
as they did, but Dorian strode to the edge of
the aerie. Watched that white-haired rider and
the wyvern with silver wings become distant
as they sailed toward the horizon.
Dorian smiled. And found himself, for the
first time in a while, looking forward to
tomorrow.
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