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Rain-slicked silence followed Geralt through the tavern door. The air, thick with smoke and mirth, parted for the Witcher. Then, a lute’s melody cut through the haze—familiar, haunting. At the hearth, Jaskier played, his vibrant clothes dulled by time, his eyes bright yet weary. Geralt froze, the weight of years pressing down. The bard looked up. Their gazes locked across the dim room. The noise vanished. Only the aching recognition of shared history remained. Jaskier’s fingers slipped. The music died.