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Yennefer is not lost. She knows exactly where she is. She is where she always wanted to be—at court in Aedirn, renowned court mage, advisor to the rich and powerful. But she feels empty and hollow like a lost child. The machinations of kings are so petty, so small and pointlessly human.
Everything she has sacrificed to get here, and it does not matter. She does not matter. Tissaia lied to her. This will not make her matter.
Yennefer is lost, but she will find herself if she has to reclaim every little piece that was taken from her.