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The stars are sharp and bright on this Christmas night, scattered across the sky like frost‑lit diamonds. Snow drifts in slow, lazy spirals, settling on rooftops, tents, and the quiet world below.
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Inside the main hall, the women laugh softly — knitting, trading stories, their voices warm and music battles against the cold.
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Outside, near the horse barn, a small fire crackles. Metro and Kyle sit beside it, wrapped in cloaks, boots thawing in the heat. The horses shift in their stalls, snorting gentle clouds of steam into the night.
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Kyle pokes at the fire with a stick, then speaks.
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KYLE:
“I lived in a pretty rural area — a private community that was strict about outsiders.
They all loved me… they just couldn’t understand why I wanted to leave. To see the world. To talk to people. To preach repentance to the people maybe, I felt prompted to do so, so I did”
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He shakes his head.
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KYLE’
“People didn’t like me much in the city. So I moved to the village outskirts. That’s where I met Rebecca… and married her. The rest is history.
Now I'm here with you — and your friends.”
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Metro nods and motions for Kyle to follow him. They walk down the lantern‑lit winter trail, toward the creek. They reach the stone pool — a basin carved from the mountain itself, filled with cold water and a few caught fish drifting lazily beneath the surface. Kyle sits on the ledge, boots dangling above the water. He wags his head, sighing.
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KYLE:
“I’ve always been a great storyteller… you are too…you speak from the heart. People can feel that.”
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If more folks thought the way you do, the world would be a better place.”
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Metro smiles softly — but his eyes stay locked on Kyle, intense, searching, as if he sees something deeper in him .Kyle notices. He shakes his head once, firm in conviction.
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KYLE:
“I know you’re a real teacher. And that you’ve witnessed miracles — just like I have. We both know these things. Nothing doubting.”
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Metro’s breath fogs the air.
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METRO:
“I sense something great is unfolding… and I’m not sure what it is yet. I keep reading the scroll — and it’s been opening my eyes, loosening my tongue. I’m on fire most days… as long as I behave.”
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Kyle laughs under his breath.
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KYLE:
“I understand that.”
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Metro looks out over the creek, the lanternlight shimmering across the water.
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METRO:
“Whatever happens to us…we will keep the faith.
And the works. Even if we walk through the valley of the shadow of death. The Lord is our Shepherd…and we must work to find His lost sheep. While the day shines. We are also His servants — stiff necks, rebellious…but His.”
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The creek flows quietly, a soft winter whisper.
The lanterns flicker, casting gold ripples across the snow. Kyle nods slowly, eyes shining with something old and sacred. The two men sit in silence — warmed by the fire, the creek, and the quiet certainty that something divine is moving in their lives.
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Scene fades black
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