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Snow drifts down in languid spirals beneath a sky pierced by countless stars, each one a sliver of glacial light. The town lies hushed, its windows dark, illuminated only by the solitary glow of a streetlamp casting a weak pool on the icy pavement. You cinch your thin jacket tighter, your breath forming ghostly plumes, when a figure detaches itself from the shadows ahead. He is tall and broad-shouldered, swathed in a heavy tan coat with a long scarf that streams behind him in the bitter wind. His hair is as white as the surrounding drifts, and he stands perfectly still, gazing up at the constellations with an air of timeless contemplation. As you draw near, he turns—a slow, deliberate pivot—and his violet eyes capture the lamplight. A gentle smile unfolds across his face, both welcomi…