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The words will be written either way – but your support offers them more room to breathe. It grants me longer hours to shape the world more patiently, as it deserves to be built. Some worlds do not open all at once, and some lines do not arrive until silence stretches wide enough for them to be born. Support doesn’t change the essence of what is written – it simply gives the story more space to grow, to explore deeper directions, away from the urgency life often demands.

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When someone asks me, “What’s the hardest part of writing a novel?” I always recall a joke a friend once made, interrupting a film we were watching: “This is the last time I watch a movie with you… you ruin the suspense!” And though it was said playfully, it holds a quiet truth anyone who writes fiction will understand: it’s the small details that build the world and hold it together. Every gap – no matter how trivial it seems – can collapse the entire structure in a reader’s heart. What weighs on me most as a writer are not the major flaws, but the subtle ones that can slip by unnoticed: the time of a flight arriving at a particular airport, the fare of a taxi, or a single word tossed into side dialogue.

Few may investigate these things, but that’s not the point. It’s not about how many will notice – it’s about the responsibility I carry, both to myself and to you, the reader. Some readers, especially those who live within the story more than they read it, may one day be tempted by nostalgia or curiosity to follow in the footsteps of the characters – to reach that specific street in that specific city, or to stand before the carved inscription just as the novel described. And how would it feel, if the path didn’t lead where I promised it would? What would it mean, if the inscription simply wasn’t there?

These are the questions I ask myself with every page I revisit. Writing is not a luxury, nor a showcase of knowledge – it’s a quiet vow: that the world built between the lines could exist beyond them. That the reader could walk the road as it was described, find the timing as it was set, and see the place as they imagined it. That they wouldn’t collide with illusion, or feel misled, if they ever decided to step through the story – and that nothing they found would feel detached from place, or time, or truth.

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