On Christmas Day, the sky did not clear up. Snow had been falling all night, and the ground was covered in a thick layer of white.
The room was quite dim. Heavy curtains blocked the chill seeping through the window cracks, as well as the light from outside. Books that had been read late into the night still sat on the desk, and Albert was still asleep.
Before long, a flurry of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor. Nia, still in her pajamas, had run over first thing in the morning to call Albert to account. She hadn't received a Christmas gift from him this year, which left her extremely unhappy, and she had been wearing a long face ever since she woke up.
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