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Time rolled toward winter.
By late October, the air over Berlin and Potsdam had turned sharp and cold, though snow had not yet settled. The trees in the city parks were painted in yellow and brown; their leaves clung stubbornly to branches or crunched underfoot on the avenues.
For once, Oskar's pace had slowed.
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