A snowstorm, born from the beautiful breaking of a boy’s heart. The story begins as all fairy tales do, a memory whispered in the dark. We first meet him through the eyes of Peg, an optimistic stranger climbing the cobwebbed stairs of a crumbling mansion. There, in an attic that smells of machine oil and dust, stands Edward. His scissors catch the half-light as he flinches, then smiles—an unfin...
