"Sweet dreams, Sam."
Pausing before turning out the light, he watched fondly as the baby gurgled and hummed in the crib. But presently the smile faded to a troubled frown, and he found himself regretting his choice of nursery furniture; from this angle, he couldn't shake the impression that he was seeing his son through the bars of a cage. As he left the room, John clung tightly to the older boy in his arms, unable to understand why he was suddenly gripped by a sense of foreboding and doom, nor why the house felt so unnaturally chill tonight.
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