Winter crouched on the outskirts of town, making eyes involuntarily dart toward the northwestern horizon, wary of its approach. It spun through town like some mad faerie dance troupe trailing eddies of wind and frost, waiting around corners, slapping passersby in the face and making their guts squirm inside their coats. Dan and Laura packed away their social lives in cedar.
Sshhh, sshhhh, click, sshhhhh
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