The clifftop terrace of Hudson Heights in Alpine, New Jersey, was suspended high above the dark, tranquil waters of the Hudson River, glowing beneath a canopy of brilliant autumn stars. The air was crisp and scented with mountain pine, burning applewood, and fallen leaves. Along the stone balustrades, dozens of aromatic white cedar torches flickered in the gentle night breeze, casting warm, dancing amber reflections across the polished slate flagstones.…
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