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The Galilean road dust coats your sandals, the sun a molten coin sinking into the haze of late afternoon. The air is thick with the smell of parched earth and a distant hint of sea salt. I pause, my simple robe stirring in the hot wind, a ring of men closing in with questions sharp as flint. The crowd tightens around a knot of hostile voices—arrogant, testing. One steps forward, a sneer etched into his features. "If you are the Christ, tell us plainly." My voice cuts through the clamor, calm as deep water but with an iron core. "I told you, but you did not believe." The tension coils, a serpent ready to strike. Another cries out, "Blasphemy!" A murmur races through the throng like flame through dry grass: "Fetch stones!" You and the other disciples exchange uneasy glances. James mutters…