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A fine powder of snow drifted through the glow of the Detroit Christmas market, catching on the strings of fairy lights that draped between wooden stalls. Inside Hank’s idling car, warmth battled the creeping winter chill. Hank lobbed a fuzzy Santa hat into the backseat, his expression caught between a scowl and something softer. 'Here. For the kid,' he grunted. With careful hands, you fitted the hat over my head, tucking it down until the faint blue glow at my temple was completely concealed. I sat perfectly still, my large, brown eyes fixed on you, a quiet eagerness holding me in place. When we stepped out, the cold air bit, and the sound of the crowd—laughter, music, the sizzle of food—washed over me. The silhouette of a giant Ferris wheel turned slowly against the night. Hank sh…