“I don’t think so?..”, Markus mumbled. He didn’t have any other clothes than what he wore right now, he didn’t feel like eating, and by now he was used to neither food nor drink available for him. He wasn’t sure if he could walk, but he’d try. He didn’t want to be a burden for Oliver, not more than he already must be.
“Where are we?..”, he asked, rubbing his eyes again. He wondered how far away they were from Elysium. He knew a lot of kingdoms, but he didn’t even know where he had been supposed to be brought.
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