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I sort of uhhhh hadn’t expected all y’all would be quite so quick on the
uptake to realize how horrible the cliffhanger was in the previous chapter
so I have hustled my ass to get the next bit beat together as quick as
possible and here it is, with last-minute edits:
it’s not a resolution to the whole story, but it is a resolution of the
action sequence cliffhanger.
chapter 7, on AO3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28876890/chapters/72850020
“If Aiden were berserk when he did this you’d have a fine human paste,
here,” Lambert said sharply, “and not a clean kill like this. Geralt, hang
onto her, she’s lying.”
I should have anticipated this, Ciri thought, as Philippa turned abruptly
into an owl and shot out of Geralt’s grasp. Ciri’s as-yet makeshift Yrden
was too slow to catch her, and Geralt hadn’t anticipated the abrupt
reversal in time to cast one of his own.
“Fuck, not again,” Geralt said savagely.
“I’ve got to get faster at that,” Ciri said, before Geralt could get any
angrier at himself.
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