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golden_hawke-=Another evening and Hawke's outside in the cold. Once again, the stars are out and he's lighting a few candles to burn out in the snow. He steps back, watching quietly for a moment, murmuring a prayer in his own language before turning away. Past the candles are apples for the unicorns he hopes will show up later.=-
