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Yennefer
did
not
slow
her
stride
but
Ciri
suddenly
knew
that
this
door
would
not
open
of
its
own
accord
.
And
she
suddenly
had
an
overwhelming
certainty
that
this
door
must
not
be
opened
.
That
she
must
not
go
through
it
.
That
,
behind
this
door
,
something
was
waiting
for
her
...
She
stopped
short
,
tried
to
pull
away
,
but
Yennefer
's
hand
was
strong
and
unyielding
and
unrelentingly
dragged
her
forward
.
And
Ciri
finally
understood
that
she
had
been
betrayed
,
deceived
,
sold
out
.
That
,
ever
since
the
first
meeting
,
from
the
very
beginning
,
from
the
first
day
,
she
had
been
no
more
than
a
marionette
,
a
puppet
on
a
string
.
She
tugged
harder
,
tore
herself
away
from
that
grip
.
The
darkness
undulated
like
smoke
and
the
whispering
in
the
dark
,
all
of
a
sudden
,
died
away
.
The
magician
took
a
step
forward
,
stopped
,
turned
round
and
looked
at
her
.
If
you
're
afraid
,
turn
back
.
That
door
must
n't
be
opened
.
You
know
that
.
I
do
.
But
you
're
still
leading
me
there
.
If
you
're
afraid
,
turn
back
.
You
still
have
time
to
turn
back
.
It
's
not
too
late
.
And
you
?
For
me
,
it
is
.
Ciri
looked
around
.
Despite
the
omnipresent
darkness
she
saw
the
door
which
they
had
passed
through
--
and
a
long
,
distant
vista
.
And
there
,
from
a
distance
,
from
the
darkness
,
she
heard
.
.
The
clatter
of
hooves
.
The
grating
of
black
armour
.
And
the
flutter
of
the
wings
of
a
bird
of
prey
.
And
the
voice
.
