PROLOGUE
From her bedroom window, the old woman watched the snow drifting down against the wintry night sky, gathering in the corners of the window panes. She rocked slowly back and forth in her chair, marveling at the display of Christmas lights defining the town square in the distance. Caught up in a myriad of Christmas memories, the characters fluttering across the shadowy stage of her mind, she focused on the thick lace of falling snow illuminated by the headlights of a single car moving slowly west on the street below….
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