00:00We called it the Dyke Road, though there were two.
00:03Long, black strips laid between deep banks of water that smelled of iron and weeds.
00:10You drove it by habit more than sight.
00:13Headlights skimming bristled reeds, white lines stuttering under the tires.
00:19The sky a damp felt pressing down.
00:22I was nine, maybe ten, a Wednesday in winter when the dark came quick as a closing fist.
00:28Dad was taking me to taekwondo in the next town.
00:32It was routine, safe in the way that routines are.
00:36Coat, belt, seat belt, the handbrakes notch, the slope at the end of the village where your stomach dipped.
00:44Nothing about that night should have survived, but it did, and it won't let go.
00:50A sudden twist in the familiar path, a moment that changed everything.
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