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He walked. He did not know where he was going. He only knew that each step was guided. After some time, he came to a cave on the mountainside. Inside, others had gathered. A young mother clutching her baby. An old widow sitting alone. A shepherd and his young son. They huddled in the darkness, their faces tight with fear. But Elias did not enter. Not yet. He walked past the cave to a rocky outcrop and looked down at the valley. It was a wasteland. Mud covered everything. Trees lay uprooted. I