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The village of was tucked so deep into the Carpathian Mountains that even the wind seemed to whisper in riddles. It was Christmas Eve, and the air smelled of sweet cozonac and pine needles.

By the time the final note of the carol faded, the figure was gone, leaving only a trail of shimmering frost and the warmth of a song that would stay in Luca’s heart until the snow melted in the spring. The village of was tucked so deep into

“A sosit de prin nămeți...” (He has arrived through the snowdrifts...) the figure was gone