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Seasons changed.
The snows and frosts of winter gave way, becoming the rains and storms of spring. In turn, spring dried into summer and curling heat. Heat faded as the wheel of the year passed into autumn, and autumn again became winter.
Other things followed the seasons. Births and deaths. The young coming of age and growing old. Buildings and roads finding themselves in need of repair, old ones being destroyed, and new ones built. Trees reaching ever higher. Corpses and dead things giving in to decay.
Everything and everyone changed with the march of seasons.
Or almost everything and everyone.
Almost.
The oldest graveyard in the city had a single regular visitor. No matter the season, he would come at the same time every day and visit the same graves.
No matter the season.
Always.
Like clockwork.
And, always, he'd say the same words, though no one was around to hear them.
(I'm sorry, Daniel.)