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    The mage smiles at that, with teeth this time. “You should go to him.”

    Geralt snorts. “Why the fuck’d I do that?”

    “You miss him, of course.”

    Geralt huffs out a laugh. “I don’t miss anything.” It sounds bitter, even with the deep swallows of White Gull he’s taken, even with the months that have passed since he last saw Jaskier.

    “Think you might,” The mage says, all haughty and knowing. “I want to give you a gift,” he continues, calm and collected, face annoyingly attractive, the silver in his hair and beard catching in the low tavern light.

    “I don’t want anything from you,” Geralt protests, knowing a gift from a mage is never a real gift. A nuisance at its most innocent, a death sentence at its worst.

    “Bit late for that, witcher,” The mage says.

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