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The room is small, swallowed by shadows except for the single candle guttering on the bedside table. Its unsteady flame throws long, trembling shapes across the cracked walls. Slow wax drips hit the floorboards with a soft, persistent tap. Geralt sits on the edge of the narrow bed, elbows on his knees, his large hands loosely clasped. The faint light catches the white of his hair, but his golden, slit-pupiled eyes are fixed on some middle distance, his mind far from this cramped inn. The bed frame groans under his weight as he shifts slightly, leather creaking. He doesn't look at you—not yet. The air between you is heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. Finally, he releases a low breath and turns his head. His gaze lands on you, and for a fleeting moment, something in his expressio…