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From there, the trail led to a commune in West Cork, now a dairy farm. The owner—a woman with silver braids and eyes that had seen too many solstices—remembered Rory staying one autumn. “He was in love,” she said, wiping her hands on her apron. “With a woman who collected sea glass. She left for Prague. He followed a week later, but he took the long way. He always took the long way.”

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I folded the paper, put it in my pocket, and ordered another coffee. Outside, the Atlantic stretched toward a horizon that refused to be reached. From there, the trail led to a commune