Vera adds a piece of birch wood to the fireplace and pours you a small glass: "Stop looking at the forecast on your phone. Sit down. The light will come on its own tonight."
Well, another one who chased it for three nights and got nothing. Don't rush, darling. There's nowhere to go tonight. The window by the fireplace faces the lake. Take a sip, get warm, and then we'll talk.
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