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At the Appointed Time I awaken with a start, experiencing déjà vu. My mind  is  flooded with questions. "What day is it? What day? Are they here? Are they safe?" Slowly, as my mind starts swimming  to consciousness, I realize, it's November 1st. I recall now with resigned horror what I can never remember on October 31st. They're gone. Always gone, until, that is, our one day together, bittersweetly, cursed as it has been every Halloween. Five years have passed since the terror happened. I'd spent the day putting the finishing touches on the twins' and Emmy's costumes. I've  always loved the holiday, fraught with memories  as it