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He walked toward the station, retracing the path they used to take to the sea. Every corner held a ghost: the bakery where they bought warm simit, the bench where they watched the autumn rain. He reached the end of the pier where the land simply stopped. There was nowhere left to walk in the past. The familiar path had reached its natural conclusion.

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