He took the jar. For the first time in his life, he didn't wait for 6:00 PM. He pulled the common twine from his cardigan pocket and dipped it into the golden dust. Under the bright, uncompromising sun of mid-morning, he began to stitch. He didn't use shadows; he used the very sunbeams that were threatening to drown the city.
Elias looked at his shop. The sunlight was indeed pouring in, unnaturally bright, bleaching the wood of his counter. He realized then that the balance was shifting. By hiding his magic only in the shadows, he had allowed the daylight to become hollow—a mere waiting room for the night. by-day
A (like a gritty detective noir or a space opera) He took the jar