Christmas season had always been bright and shining, to give and serve. This Christmas season was stark in opposition. Never had Athena imagined that she would find herself in such dire, desperate circumstances as she did then. As she followed her younger sisters to the next door on the row of lovely houses, houses so similar to the one in which she and her sisters had spent only the very last Christmas season, she hoped that the next kind family to open the door might offer her sisters (and herself as well) a token of goodwill, a warm mug of wassail, a small butter biscuit, anything for their stomachs...
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