The Snow Moon Festival arrived with the brilliance of a dream.By sunrise, Blackthorn had become a kingdom of silver and gold. Fresh snow blanketed the rooftops, softening every stone and every pathway, while thousands of lanterns hung from buildings, their warm glow pushing back the winter chill. Evergreen garlands decorated doorways, ribbons fluttered gently in the crisp breeze, and the central square had been transformed into a place of celebration.People had traveled from every allied kingdom to attend.Merchants displayed their finest goods beneath brightly colored canopies. Musicians tuned their instruments in preparation for the evening's festivities. Children raced through the snow with carefree laughter, carrying small carved lanterns that resembled stars.For the first time in over a thousand years, Blackthorn celebrated winter not as a kingdom haunted by loss, but as one alive with hope.Standing on the palace balcony, Nova watched the city come alive."It feels impossible
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