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... from months past. Jerusalem's streets echoed less with panic and more with hammer and voice. The cries of market vendors rose earlier each day, joined by the rhythmic calls of laborers and the clatter of wheels bringing olive oil, wine, wool, and clay from the hills.
It was not peace, not truly. But it was a lull. A moment between storms.
And he meant to use it.
Ethan stood on the citadel's eastern parapet, watching the stone of the Mount of Olives warm beneath the rising ...
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