Thursday evening marked the winter solstice—the shortest day and longest night of the year in the Berkshire mountains. Outside Hawthorne Manor, the temperature plunged to twelve degrees, the snow crusting over into a sparkling sheet of silver beneath a sky filled with countless brilliant winter stars. Inside the grand dining room, the atmosphere was a festival of warmth, gratitude, and familial rebirth. A roaring fire burned in the limestone hearth…
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