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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

He realized that the "everyone" they spoke of wasn't a judge or a jury. It was just a community trying to make sense of a gap in their own history. He wasn't a mystery to be solved anymore; he was just Marko, the man who came home. pitaju_me_svi

The bus hissed as it came to a stop at the edge of the Adriatic. Marko stepped off, his boots crunching on the familiar white gravel. He looked the same, yet entirely different. The sharp jawline of his youth was now hidden behind a salt-and-pepper beard, and his eyes, once bright with the fire of ambition, were now as deep and unreadable as the sea at midnight. Marko offered a tight, polite smile

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 The Gathering He realized that the "everyone" they

Finally, Marko stood up. The tavern went quiet. The clinking of glasses stopped.