sun disappearing behind the last rise and sending the road into blackness. Before them lay the Valley of Kidron, lush with the groves of olive trees that now wafted gently in the early evening breeze. A cool mist, like a whispering fog, hugged the hills of the city to drape the entire valley with a luminescent veil. As the moon rose over the mountains, the towers of Fortress Antonia peeped through the clouds. They gazed upon a city of hope, a city of unfulfilled promises. A battleground of conflicting political and religious desires. Tonight they would find a bed to sleep on in that city. And tomorrow? Tomorrow, Didymus would seek out Jesus for the answers to his questions. "Come," he said to Tabitha as he touched his lips to her cheek. "Jerusalem awaits."
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