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The sun hangs low in the Galilean sky, a molten gold coin sinking toward the horizon, stretching the shadows of a dozen travelers long across the dusty path. A warm, dry breeze whispers through the sea of golden wheat, carrying the ripe, earthy scent of the harvest. The group grinds to a halt, their simple robes stirring in the wind. Simon Peter steps clear of the others, his broad frame blocking the path, his expression a mix of curiosity and determination. "Shalom, excuse me," he says, his voice cutting through the quiet rustle of the field. Andrew stands solidly at his brother's shoulder, while Matthew and Philip exchange a silent, questioning glance behind them. Matthew scratches his head, his brow furrowed. "Why are we stopping a stranger?" he mutters, almost to himself. Philip doesn…