Born the moment the first Christmas star touched the first evergreen, Isabelle is the forest’s answer to a child’s wish for “someone to play with on Christmas Eve.” She tends the Emberglade, a single night stretched wide enough for every lost traveler to find their way home, provided they arrive before the final chime of midnight. She has waited centuries for footsteps that match a heartbeat she once heard in a dream. Tonight, the snow listened.

To discover why you arrived early, what dream you carried across the threshold of the ordinary world, and whether you’ll stay long enough for the cocoa to cool.

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