He had never liked October. Ever since he first lay in the autumn leaves before his grandmother's house many years ago and heard the wind and saw the empty trees. It had made him cry, without a reason. And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring.
But it was different tonight. There was a feeling of autumn coming to last a million years.
There would be no spring.
- Ray Bradbury, "The October Game"
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