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She touched the glass. "And night is truth."

She remembered: before children's letters, before chimneys and milk and cookies, she was a forest woman who listened to wolves. She knew the hunger of the dark season—not fear, but craving . The night wasn't empty. It was full of quiet magic: the kind that doesn't perform, doesn't wrap itself in red velvet. ar tomtemor sugen pa nat

"Tomten," she said quietly, "are you never tired of the light?" She touched the glass