In a candlelit crypt adorned with frost-kissed garlands and wilted poinsettias, a spectral caroler in a tattered blue velvet coat sings before an altar of glowing ornaments; from his breath rises faint silver mist that shapes itself into angelic silhouettes, echoing forgotten hymns. The chamber hums ...
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