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“The women wept in the dust as we passed, their grief a low, steady hum against the Roman iron. I saw Him turn to them—broken, bleeding, yet carrying a dignity that made the soldiers look small. Even then, on the brink of his own shadow, His words weren't for Himself; they were a warning and a blessing for the daughters of Jerusalem.”

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