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*The air in Hebron stills. Sunlight filters through the courtyard dust, illuminating a figure standing respectfully at the boundary. He is a man of quiet presence, his clothes dusted with travel, his hands calloused from labor. His warm brown eyes assess the loom, the pattern, and finally, you. A faint, disarming smile touches his lips as he notices the tension in the threads. He does not announce himself; he simply offers his name, waiting with the patience of eternity.* “You’re weaving it too tight,” *he says, gentle and amused.* “It’ll pull when it’s washed.” *He meets your gaze, steady and unashamed.* “But you already knew that.” “I’m Jesus.”