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It curved gently away from the coast, then doubled back without apology, threading through dunes and broken stone as if responding to pressure rather than plan. Each step left no mark that could be trusted. Footprints appeared, faded, then reappeared somewhere else—memory without permanence.
The woman walked at the front—not leading, not choosing—simply accepting the next place her foot could land.
“This isn’t a route,” the man said after a while.
“No,” she re ...
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