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Publicado: 12/11/2026 · Atualizado: 12/11/2026

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“Jaskier…” Geralt whispered, bringing a hand up to cup the bard’s tear-streaked face. Jaskier looked away, turning from Geralt’s outstretched hand. “Don’t, fuck—” Jaskier’s voice was suddenly coarse. The scent Geralt had caught when he entered the room spiked aggressively in the air. The bard brought his hands up to his own face, pressing the heels into his eyes in a manner the Witcher would’ve thought painful. After a moment of rigid stillness, Jaskier inhaled raggedly and, on the exhale, made a sound that made Geralt feel as though his own essence were draining away. It was low and quiet compared to the gasping breath the bard had taken, but transformed into a baying wail, an inhuman keening. Geralt had heard similar sounds a few times in his life, always when a person fell into unfathomable despair, usually at the death of a loved one. This was the first time he’d heard someone he cared for make that sound. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Geralt takes Jaskier home to Kaer Morhen, where things are far from simple. When Jaskier is injured on the trail up the mountain and Geralt is called away, the bard finds that his own mind is a formidable foe.

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