Yule approaches the town of Cambridge, and the Girl House for orphaned girls are preparing for its arrival.
With baited breath they wait, and each tell their part, as they experience the feasts, food, and lights, dazzling their home, as well as the frosted cold and icy wind, carrying with it not just snow and howls, but also the winter hunger of creatures and ghosts, sliding in the shadows.
After all, magic never left this world, and protection spells can only do so much against the long nails of nature piercing through the cracks of houses.
But so does it light the Yule trees in the home, and kindle the flames in lanterns guiding through the white-cloaked forests.
So, may Yule have mercy, and bring blessings to our narrators. The Longest Night is soon to fall.
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