Previously on the Chosen People.

The words were a final seal, a decisive declaration that Jacob was now the inheritor of Isaac's promise passed down from Abraham.

Through Jacob, the blessing of God Most High would endure.

I will hunt and kill him like the stag.

Esau stormed out of the tent and looked around.

His eyes narrowed with a hunter's intensity.

He grabbed his bow and arrow, searching frantically for his

twin. Panic jabbed at Jacob's legs. He was shaking, agitated, ready to run. What do I do,

tell me what to do? Flee to Laban. My brother, in Heron.

You can stay with him until your brother's fury dulls.

Maybe with time he'll forget what you've done to him.

I refuse to let this break me.

I will thrive in Laban's household.

I'll return richer and wiser, ready to take back what's mine from my brother.

Jacob opened his eyes to a vision.

He found himself standing at the base of a monumental staircase

that stretched upwards into the infinite expanse of the heavens.

You're here.

You're really here.

Look around you, son of Isaac. Behold the splendor of this land.

Jacob surveyed the starlit landscape. The radiance of the staircase illuminated its rich

and vibrant valleys, cut with rushing rivers and lush forests.

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