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The snow fell quietly that night, soft enough to hide footprints, heavy enough to muffle regret. No one in the village heard the bells—because there were none. The sleigh moved through the trees without song or cheer, pulled not by eight glowing legends, but by a single stag with eyes sharp enough to see mischief before it happened. Its hooves cut deliberate lines through the frost, guiding the sleigh down a path that hadn’t existed until it was needed. At the reins stood the Green One....

In the heart of the Umbral Woods, where twilight clings to the bark and time folds in on itself, the Emberthorn Queen walks again. Born...

They say laughter echoes beyond the grave, but in the golden sands near the Pyramids of Giza, one echo grew legs, a belly, and a crown....