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Reality
returned
just
as
suddenly
as
it
had
disappeared
.
Through
the
monotonous
,
dull
hum
which
filled
her
ears
,
Ciri
began
to
hear
voices
.
Through
the
flickering
,
wet
curtain
of
tears
,
she
began
to
see
the
living
and
the
dead
.
"
Ciri
,
"
whispered
Geralt
who
was
kneeling
next
to
her
.
"
Wake
up
.
"
"
A
battle
...
"
she
moaned
,
sitting
up
.
"
Geralt
,
what
-
"
"
It
's
all
over
.
Thanks
to
the
troops
from
Ban
Glean
which
came
to
our
aid
.
"
"
You
were
n't
...
"
she
whispered
,
closing
her
eyes
,
"
you
were
n't
neutral
...
"
"
No
,
I
was
n't
.
But
you
're
alive
.
Triss
is
alive
.
"
"
How
is
she
?
"
"
She
hit
her
head
falling
out
of
the
wagon
when
Yarpen
tried
to
rescue
it
.
But
she
's
fine
now
.
Treating
the
wounded
.
"
Ciri
cast
her
eyes
around
.
Amidst
the
smoke
from
the
last
wagons
,
burning
out
,
silhouettes
of
armed
men
flickered
.
And
all
around
lay
chests
and
barrels
.
Some
of
were
shattered
and
the
contents
scattered
.
They
had
contained
ordinary
,
grey
field
stones
.
She
stared
at
them
,
astounded
.
