Someone told me about the legend.
The red-haired girl was burned alive as a witch because of her natural psychic talent.
The thin, charred body went unclaimed, and the snow on Christmas Eve gently buried her.
Some people sympathized with her - because the person who died in vain was the same age as her when he turned into a ghost.
A hundred years later, in the dusk with the same heavy snowfall, a voice spoke softly.
"Merry Christmas, Ariana."
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