The week before Christmas brought a gentle, picturesque snowfall that coated the brownstones and gas lamps of Brooklyn Heights in a pristine blanket of white. Inside the Willow Street brownstone, the grand parlor was decorated for the holidays: a twelve-foot balsam fir tree stood by the bay window, adorned with antique silver ornaments, dried orange slices, and hundreds of twinkling warm white lights. A crackling fire burned in the hearth,…
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