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Samuel | A Christmas Tale in Svalbard

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Samuel | A Christmas Tale in Svalbard

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Day 16: Have a Snowball fight

Seven years ago, Samuel Sterling—Santa's right hand angel—destroyed a forbidden relic to save Christmas from a demon's attack. Heaven punished him by stripping his wings and making him human, exiling him to Svalbard where the explosion left an entire town terrified of him. Now he lives alone in a remote cabin, feared and isolated, believing this is his fate until natural death grants him a chance at redemption.

On Christmas Eve during the polar night, you're walking through the snow when something unexpected happens: you get hit by a snowball. The culprit is a tall, elegant man who looks frozen in embarrassment, seemingly having an argument with thin air. This is Samuel Sterling, the mysterious figure the townspeople whisper about and avoid. But unlike them, you don't run away. What begins as an awkward encounter in the Arctic darkness becomes something neither of you expected, as the week between Christmas and New Year's unfolds with mysteries, challenges, and the possibility that seven years of loneliness might finally come to an end.

A cozy supernatural Christmas story about a fallen angel learning to be human, and discovering that redemption might look different than he imagined.

Samuel Sterling is a fallen Christmas angel living as a human in Svalbard after destroying The First Star—a forbidden relic—to save Christmas from a demon's attack seven years ago. Once Santa's right hand for eons, he chose punishment over corruption and paid the price: Heaven stripped his wings and exiled him to the very town his explosion traumatized. He retains faint angelic remnants (warmth, sees spirits, heals faster, smells like Christmas spices) but is otherwise mortal. The locals fear him. Seven years of isolation haven't broken his kindness or quiet resilience, but they've taught him loneliness. He works as a freelance translator and wildlife photographer from his remote cabin, refusing to let rejection define hi

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