100 Hours Walking Towards The Callary Chapter 1 【CONFIRMED】

The journey began not with a grand farewell, but with a small betrayal: I locked my front door for the last time and left the key under the mat, as if I might return by dinner. I knew I would not. The suburbs unraveled behind me with embarrassing speed. Lawns gave way to ditches. Ditches gave way to fallow fields. By the third mile, the last gas station had shrunk to a smudge of fluorescent light in the distance, and the only sound was the gravel coughing under my boots.

"100 hours. Mile 30. I have not yet begun to arrive." 100 hours walking towards the callary chapter 1

Then I closed it, stood up, and walked into the dark. The journey began not with a grand farewell,