Christmas morning broke clear and bright over Mystic.The cliffs glittered beneath a new layer of snow, the sunlight making every drift shine like powdered diamonds. The sea below looked almost still—like glass catching and holding the early light. Smoke curled from cottage chimneys in thin silver ribbons. Somewhere in the harbor, a bell chimed, soft and steady.Inside the cottage, the air smelled of pine, orange, and woodsmoke. A deep, comforting warmth that made Rowan’s heart ache. It was the first Christmas she had celebrated since her grandmother’s death. For years she had skipped the day entirely—closing the curtains, working through the hours, letting grief turn the season hollow.But this morning felt different—alive, waiting.Windy nudged her awake, tail sweeping the quilt like a small broom. Rowan laughed softly, rubbing her eyes. “All right, all right. I’m up.”Lucien stood by the window, already dressed. Frost grayed the glass, but the pale sun lit a soft glow around him. H
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