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Ciri
turned
her
head
away
.
The
vision
of
the
staircase
leading
down
into
the
depths
of
the
abyss
disappeared
,
dissolved
,
and
in
its
place
appeared
a
grey
,
leaden
sea
,
foaming
,
crests
of
waves
breaking
.
And
the
seagull
's
cries
burst
through
the
silence
once
more
.
"
Fly
,
"
said
the
voice
,
through
the
girl
's
lips
.
"
It
is
time
.
Go
back
to
where
you
came
from
,
Fourteenth
of
the
Hill
.
Fly
on
the
wings
of
a
gull
and
listen
to
the
cry
of
other
seagulls
.
Listen
carefully
!
"
"
I
conjure
you
--
"
"
You
can
not
.
Fly
,
seagull
!
"
And
suddenly
the
wet
salty
air
was
there
again
,
roaring
with
the
gale
,
and
there
was
the
flight
,
a
flight
with
no
beginning
and
no
end
.
Seagulls
cried
wildly
,
cried
and
commanded
.
Triss
?
Ciri
?
Forget
about
him
!
Do
n't
torture
him
!
Forget
!
Forget
,
Triss
!
Forget
!
Triss
!
Triss
!
Trisss
!
