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In a small village where the snow fell like powdered sugar, a young boy named Luka often stared out his frosted window. Every year, he heard Minja Subota’s voice singing on the radio: "Deda Mraze, kud te vode snežne staze?"

One Christmas Eve, Luka spotted a faint, glowing trail of silver dust leading away from the village square. Remembering the song, he put on his warmest boots and followed it. The path didn't lead to a palace of gold or a mountain of toys. Instead, it wound through the quietest streets, stopping at every house where a light was still burning. minja_subota_deda_mraze_kud_te_vode_snezne_staze

"Where do your paths lead?" Luka whispered, finally asking the question from the song. In a small village where the snow fell