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"Marko, ," whispered Marija, the woman he had almost married before he vanished. Her eyes were softer than the others, but the curiosity was just as sharp. "They ask if you found what you were looking for. They ask if you ever thought of us."

The phrase (Everyone is asking me) is a heavy burden to carry. It’s the sound of a thousand voices pressing against a single secret, the relentless curiosity of a small town, or perhaps the echoing lyrics of a song that haunts a man who no longer knows the answer himself. pitaju_me_svi

"Marko? Is that you?" Stjepan squinted through the sun. "Where have you been, boy? —everyone’s been asking me since your mother passed. Why did you stay away? What did you find out there?" "Marko, ," whispered Marija, the woman he had