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Previously

…I closed the notebook and thanked the woman. Outside, the air had grown colder. I walked to the lake and sat on a bench, watching the water ripple in the dying light. The paper trail had led me here, to this moment, to this place. I still didn’t know what I was searching for—home, heritage, a story that made sense of the noise. But I knew, for the first time, that the search itself was the answer. The fragments were not broken. They were a map. And I was learning to read it.