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Previously

…I picked up my bag. "Okay," I said. One word. The smallest word. It carried everything. We walked out into the rain. Three strangers heading south before turning north. The road ahead was long and uncertain, full of the kind of weather that could turn without warning. My boots were already wet. My notebook was already half full. My doubt was still there, quiet beneath my ribs, asking its questions. But for the first time in weeks, I wasn't walking alone. And somewhere past the edge of the town, past the last streetlight and the last pumpkin, the French roads opened wide and dark ahead of us. We followed them.