“Nothing, not even Devil’s Night, was more magical, because tonight was the longest night of the year. It was special.”
The clock at St. Killian’s chimes as whispers float in the dark staircase above.
Snow falls from the black sky beyond the windows, and candles glow, the flames lighting up the longest night of the year.
Devil’s Night isn’t the only holiday we celebrate. Tonight, we’re pulling on a different mask.
Some call it Midwinter.
Others call it Yule.
We call it Fire Night.
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