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"Marko, ," whispered Marija, the woman he had almost married before he vanished. Her eyes were softer than the others, but the curiosity was just as sharp. "They ask if you found what you were looking for. They ask if you ever thought of us."
Marko offered a tight, polite smile. "Just traveling, Stjepan. Just living." But "just living" was never enough for the people of Omiš. The Gathering pitaju_me_svi
He looked at Marija. "And all that time, the only person I was truly running from was the version of me that lived in your heads. You ask what I found? I found that the world is very big, and very lonely, and that the only questions that matter are the ones you ask yourself when the lights go out." The Aftermath "Marko, ," whispered Marija, the woman he had