This story takes place at The Guild's citadel in rural Iowa, in 1893, twenty-five years after Jorick's story.
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As the last of the clock's chimes died away, Krill pushed off from the wall. His shift as a guard was over for the evening, in time to grab a quick bath and get to bed.
He nodded to his replacement, one of a skeleton crew who would defend the important places of the citadel during daylight hours. He felt sorry for them. A vampire's instincts were to be hidden and sleeping once the sun took the sky. To stay awake and active during the day, even safe underground, took a lot of willpower, and extra blood.
I do not envy the cost of their meals.
Krill made his way through the Citadel, to his own floor. Half finished, this would one day be the second story from the bottom. For
