EXT. DESERT – DAY We move slowly across a stark, red desert. In the distance, there are the clay walls of a city. Outside the main gate, a mix of men and women: some in woolen tunics and cinctures, others in rich Roman robes: come and go about their business. This is not the modern world. We keep moving, slowly, finally settling on a small, solitary hill. Through the shimmering desert heat, the hill looks like the back of a skull cap, with two crosses sticking out the top of it like swords. And in the distance, we hear the faint CLINK. EXT. DESERT HILL – CONTINUOUS A twitching hand fills the frame. Fingers are bent at unnatural angles, but where they split, we can see the signs of something dull, grey, and blurry. There is a loud CLINK, and as the blurry grey thing is pushed down, a blurry crimson shoots up. ...
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