The template was legend in the small design firm of Kiruna & Sons. It had been created decades ago by the founder, old Sven Kiruna, after a near-death experience in a blizzard. He claimed a ghost light—a vårdkas —had guided him home. The star he saw that night, burning low and silver over the pines, was the one he had traced into the template.
The star on it was no longer printed. It was glowing. And it was waiting.
She sealed the cardboard box.