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Vincent shook his head. “No. I’m telling you the miracle is what the dirt carries.”
He leaned back, eyes distant now, like he was lining up pieces no one else could see.
“Olive trees that feel older than they should, even when they’re not. Vines that don’t adapt—they arrive already belonging. No struggle. No transition. Just... fit.”
He paused.
“Like they weren’t grown there.” “Like they were placed.” “Placed?” Jinji asked.
Vincent paused.
“There are older accounts,” he said. “Fragments, mostly ignored. They don’t describe planting. They describe a night where nothing happened... and everything changed.”
“No fire. No spectacle. Just stillness. And afterward, the ground held something it hadn’t held before.”
“Convenient.”
“Is it?” Vincent asked. “Because what comes after isn’t random. It’s precise.”
He stood again, pacing slowly now.
“Olives,” Vincent said. “Dense fuel. Oil that heals, preserves, sustains. A tree that outlives empires.
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