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    The Princess was supposed to be dead.
    Not as in he wished it - so far from that - but it was a fact, a fact the Lioness all but hurled at him, last he managed waywards towards Cintra.
    For a decade, the Witcher carried those tidings as blood carried a toxin, and for a decade, he roamed, death clinging to the heels of his boots. War encroached upon the land, famine creeping behind it like a child after its mother.
    The Black Hand of the South reached its fingers across the kingdoms, grasping, pulling, tearing. And for a decade, the Witcher did not care, face still unmoving at the horror in front of it.
    And the Princess, the Lion Cub, was supposed to be dead.
    And yet.

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