It never snowed in the city, but it had started an hour ago. The temperature had plunged, and the misty rain had frozen first into globs of wet slush, then into solid, fat snowflakes, the kind you see digitally added to Christmas specials.
He stood on the roof and watched it fall. The grime of the city was already disappearing beneath clean, white snow. The weather machine next to him was still operating at capacity.
Far below, tires squealed and metal scraped as overconfident drivers confronted their new reality.
The city was paralyzed. Phase one of the plan was complete.

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