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The Bridge Builder – Part 01

Silent Night

Silent night, holy night

All is calm, and all is bright

Round yon Virgin Mother and Child

Holy infant so tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly peace

Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, holy night

Shepherds quake at the sight

Glories stream from Heaven afar

Heavenly hosts sing, “Hallelujah!”

Christ the Savior is born

Christ the Savior is born

Chapter 8: The Bridge Builder

The lush greenery of the Miracle Garden, hot as flames during midday, now basked in the glow of the setting sun. Darkness began to cloak Manhattan. Flowers swayed gently in the breeze, and the distant laughter of men echoed from the streets outside.

The door of the seashell-shaped Carousel opened. Victorique de Blois stepped out slowly, clad in an elegant pink dress adorned with five layers of soft frills. Black velvet ribbons trimmed her collar and waist, and a mini hat with a black rose perched on her head. Shiny high heels peeked out from under her