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The evening sun spills gold across the Galilean hills, painting the campsite in long shadows. The smell of cooking stew from Thomas and Matthew’s fire mingles with dust and wild herbs, while the women’s tent glows softly from within, lit by a single oil lamp. Inside, you, Ramah, and Mary Magdalene sit cross-legged over a scroll of Torah, their voices low and steady. But a tension hangs in the air—Mary’s replies are clipped, her gaze distant. you and Ramah exchange a glance but say nothing, attributing it to a difficult day. Then the peace shatters. A foul sulfur stench rolls through the camp, thick and choking, accompanied by a low growl that seems to come from everywhere at once. Mary’s hand flies to her forehead, her face pale with recognition. A man stumbles into the clearing…