“Norway sighed and rested his forehead against the window, appreciating the cool touch of the glass on his skin. He listened to the steady staccato of water dripping outside. Earlier that day the moment that he had anticipated for weeks, years, had been finalized. Dissolution without conflict. That was the new state of things. His union with Sweden would come to an end, untying the invisible cord that had bound them at the wrists for just over ninety years.” - Bide Thee, Night
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Commission for a friend's fanfic. "Digital parchment" commission