England's Darkest Hour

[tenebrarius]

Adam had received just enough notice to make him wary. He was expecting a visitor on a particular date and time, but he didn’t yet know who or why.

Taking more than his usual diligence, Adam checked the wards of his house. He touched the locks on every window and let his magic creep into every crevice. He felt skittish and paranoid, as though something was watching him, or that something was waiting, and he was subconsciously aware of having felt as much for days. Perhaps weeks.

But the impending threat of the visitor held his focus enough that he misattributed the other worries to that, and let himself believe that it was only paranoia and nerves exacerbated by being overworked and sleep-deprived. As he had been for most of his life, even now that he had enough money and enough renown to be comfortable.

“Comfortable” didn’t sit well on Adam. Less so lately, with the spells of restlessness keeping him up at night, paging through book after book, spurring him more tirelessly than his ambition ever had.

He paced his study, book in hand, and came to a stop a moment before he heard someone pound at the door with the heavy knocker.

Then, returned to the mundane world—more or less—Adam remembered himself. He returned the book to the shelf, tidied the stack of papers on his desk, closed the open books on his desk, and stacked those on top of the papers, swiftly obscuring the secrets and projects that were in active progress.

In no particular hurry despite the slamming of his heart, Adam made his way down the steps of his tidy and spacious brownstone, pausing in the hall. He had reason to be proud of his home, which had been a grand townhome—practically a castle in its own right—in earlier days. Now it was neglected and the street was fallen out of fashion. The other formerly grandiose homes on the block were now the dens of actors and impoverished scholars, crammed three to a room. Or, occasionally, ambitious young magicians who wanted space and value and didn’t much mind living next door to a cathouse.