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[In Repose, the day dawns cloudy and windy, and it feels like change is in the air.
Children at the elementary school insist there is frost on the slide, though teachers find the metal dry when they look. Leaves, brown and yellow, blow across quiet streets and abandoned orchards. Heaters come alive, bright and warm behind curtained windows, and wooden floors creak with the new cold. Branches quiver a tap-tap-tap against the outside of houses and buildings late into the night, making residents of the sleepy town turn on night lights and television sets. Pipes moan, and children crawl into beds with their parents, complaining of nightmares.
The flurries begin at midnight. Winter, it seems, has come early to Repose.]