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Four days later…
My two-bedroom brownstone was in the southern area of Harker. I had a tiny front and back yard, a garage, a wrought-iron fence around the perimeter of the front yard, and a granite birdbath filled with snow. Seven inches of snow fell from the Ohio sky and another two more were expected by dawn. The gray-black evening offered a bitter chill in the air, close to twenty-five degrees. I had just finished reading Anne Rice’s Interview with a Vampire and was starting the first chapter of her second installment in the series, The Vampire Lestat, when a knock at the front door pulled me out of page four of the hardback edition.
I set the tome aside and went to the door. Fear had struck me yet again, a regular occurrence those days, that Lord Hyde would appear at my resi
