First sunrise
When the sun finally ventured beyond the horizon, he was waiting. Using the first red-gold light of a new day to illuminate his enterprise, he dipped his fingers into the palm of his hand, pinched a bit of sugar, and sprinkled it carefully over the window pane. He repeated the maneuver again, and again, taking the greatest care not to spill a grain of the precious substance. When the sugar in his hand was gone, he crept away from the window and over to the tray on which his breakfast had been brought. He scraped the remainder of the sugar from the top of the coarse oatmeal before returning to the window.
“Renfield, what are you doing?” The voice came from behind him, sudden and unexpected.
He spun around quickly—perhaps it had been another of those voices that was never there when he looked, but best to be safe. Curses, the voice was still there. More curses, it belonged to the Bringer.
At one in the morning, Jancis Macleod finished escorting the last few guests to the park exit. Officially off duty, her steps hastened as she slipped between the folds of the green and white striped tent. She jogged to the near wall of her favorite exhibit and slid down the Plexiglas divider to the floor. Fresh straw and sawdust replaced scents of bratwurst and cotton candy from outside.
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