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... heavy snow could manage. The world beyond the cottage windows had disappeared beneath a thick white blanket,
By the time Ben made it downstairs, everyone else was already up.
"Merry Christmas," he said, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he stepped into the warmth of the kitchen.
"Merry Christmas, love," Dorothea replied at once, levitating a steaming mug toward him.
Outside, through the open back door, Nigel’s voice carried in on the cold air. "Merry Christmas, son! ...
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