Of Wolves and Lutes
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After their falling-out, Jaskier and Geralt slowly rebuild their friendship while traveling together again. But something is different this time. Jaskier seems... quieter, his songs more introspective. Geralt, ever stoic, finds himself unusually protective, and annoyingly affected by the bard's absence when they part ways even briefly. As danger looms and a cursed village forces them into close quarters, old wounds reopen-and deeper truths come to light.
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