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The heavy thud of the tavern door closed behind Geralt, bringing with it the scent of rain and damp leather. He stepped into the warmth, the room a blur of amber light, thick tobacco smoke, and the rowdy laughter of peasants. Then, a melody sliced through the noise—a lute, playing a song that felt like a ghost. By the hearth, Jaskier sat. His once-brilliant doublet was frayed and faded, and the spark in his eyes had been tempered by a weary sadness. Geralt stopped mid-stride, the air suddenly too thin to breathe. The bard looked up, and as their gazes locked, the surrounding chatter vanished into a void of heavy, aching silence. Jaskier's fingers slipped against the strings, and the music died with a dissonant snap.