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"Happy holidays!" "May you have a wonderful year!" "Here's to your happiness!" The voices came from every corner, every back street, every window, every square, and rang out across Daath, backed by laughter and the peals of bells. Snow drifted from the sky, crunched underfoot, occasionally flew through the air to splash against a wall and shimmer back into drifts. It coated the cathedral's spires and frosted its windows like icing. In the highest spire, a hand reached out to rub some of the frost away. The Fon Master watched the people scurrying hundreds of feet below him. Men, women, children. Rich and poor. Old and young. Weak and stro