It was but once a year, on the turn of the season from autumn into the deepest, darkest winter when the houses glowed in soft colours and the grey people marched onwards before disappearing into the mist for another year. No one knew which houses were going to be chosen when the time came, but what every villager did know is that whichever ones glowed during that night would see magic before Christmas...
It was but once a year, on the turn of the season from autumn into the deepest, darkest winter when the houses glowed in soft colours and the grey people marched onwards before disappearing into the mist for another year. No one knew which houses were going to be chosen when the time came, but what every villager did know is that whichever ones glowed during that night would see magic before Christmas...
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