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Marko offered a tight, polite smile. "Just traveling, Stjepan. Just living." But "just living" was never enough for the people of Omiš. The Gathering

And in the quiet evenings, as the sun dipped below the horizon, turning the sea into a sheet of hammered gold, the only voice he heard was the wind—and it didn't ask him a single thing. 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 offered a tight, polite smile

The phrase (Everyone is asking me) is a heavy burden to carry. It’s the sound of a thousand voices pressing against a single secret, the relentless curiosity of a small town, or perhaps the echoing lyrics of a song that haunts a man who no longer knows the answer himself. The Gathering And in the quiet evenings, as

"You all keep saying the same thing," Marko said, his voice low but steady. "'' You ask where I went, what I did, and why I’m back. You want to know if I’m a hero or a failure."