Prologue

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It was a cold winter night, at Christmas time. A little light could be seen in a small room of a big house, in a rather peaceful neighborhood. The lonely atmosphere, and the silence that lingered there was really relaxing, but at the same time, melancholic.

It was like if someone wasn't really happy to be living such a happy time of the year; almost as if it really had no reason to be happy about it.

However, there was a small wish that seemed to invade the deepest part of their heart, but which it gradually kept in a small corner of that place, where no one could find it, nor touch it.

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