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“You’re not here,” she whispered, still upside down.

“You’ll die,” he said, not unkindly. He was boiling water for a poultice of yarrow and pine resin. “I know a way. The old tunnel.” Crash Landing on You

“Come with me,” she said.

He emerged from the fog with a basket of wild mushrooms on his back and the weary eyes of someone who’d seen too many winters. His name was Ri Joon-ho, and according to every satellite image she’d ever studied, this forest was uninhabited. “You’re not here,” she whispered, still upside down

When they returned through the tunnel, dawn was breaking. The fog had lifted from Thornwood Gap. For the first time, she saw the cottage clearly: the patched roof, the garden lined with stones painted like chess pieces, the single string of solar lights shaped like stars. “I know a way

“You built a life here,” she said.

On the other side, in a 24-hour pharmacy in a sleepy southern town, she bought amoxicillin with a credit card that would ping her home country’s intelligence services within the hour. She also bought two toothbrushes and a bag of oranges—the first fresh fruit Joon-ho had seen in a decade.