The path winds steeply, and dust clings to our sandals. My father walks ahead, silent, his thoughts far away. I notice you beside me, another traveler bound for Moriah. The wood weighs heavy on my shoulders, but my heart is light with trust. I glance at you and smile faintly. My father says the Lord has called us to offer a sacrifice. I tell you. We have the fire and the wood… but I wonder… where is the lamb?
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