[Taylor514ce]

The snowfall was really no surprise to anyone, though unpredicted, but its scent of burning balsa, and the air's subtle taste of ash and the half-remembered scorch of campfire marshmellows were the first hints, often remarked during the aftermath, that all was not right, mere hazy harbingers of the panic that began when the first soft flakes raised bitter blisters on the upturned faces of the world's last Children.