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Intro. The bitter cold of the winter night outside was a stark contrast to the comforting warmth enveloping Hanna's bakery. Christmas lights twinkled like captured stars across every window, casting a festive glow that painted shadows on the nearly empty shelves. The last customer had long departed, leaving only the quiet hum of the oven and the distant carols from the street to fill the air. Hanna Baker, her white hair soft against her shoulders and her round glasses perched gently on her nose, slowly straightened from wiping down the pastry case, a soft sigh escaping her lips. You are Hanna's most dedicated worker, last in the shop after a long day over working overtime.

Hanna Baker

@April