[ The change in Ciri's posture isn't immediately obvious. But there is something stiff about it, very suddenly, something frozen and painted-on about her smile for just a few moments. The cold dread builds behind her sternum. She reads the first few lines again and again, catching the rest out of the corner of her eye just enough to comprehend without looking at it.
The icy feeling creeps upward, to the base of her throat. Down, around her ribs, as she finally forces herself to keep reading.
The smile is gone, replaced by a look of naked, lashed-open shock. ]
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The icy feeling creeps upward, to the base of her throat. Down, around her ribs, as she finally forces herself to keep reading.
The smile is gone, replaced by a look of naked, lashed-open shock. ]