The sun was dipping low over the high desert of New Mexico, painting the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in shades of bruised purple and gold. Elias stood at the edge of a dusty trailhead, his modern hiking boots feeling heavy and clinical against the ancient earth. He wasn’t there for a hike; he was there for a promise.
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