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The map in my head reoriented itself as the hours climbed. Streets that once were end points became arteries to somewhere else. I discovered alleys that opened into hidden courtyards, a church with a bell tower I had never noticed, a small library that sold used paperbacks by donation. Each discovery was a breadcrumb leading farther from the familiar path and deeper into a pattern that suggested intention. I began to invent reasons for the journey: to find a place where the rain would finally stop, to reach a town I had only read about in passing, to meet the person who had sent the single postcard with a line—Come find the Callary—written as if it were an errand.

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The road starts at the broken water tower. The map in my head reoriented itself as the hours climbed