Markus was facing the book as he read, fingers gliding over the raised bumps. He loved his books, and it was notable that most of his books had the same golden lettering on their spine, all from The Author. What he was reading was one of the few fantasy books he had written, and not the horror, mystery and thrillers that were more common for him.
Agnes picks up one of the other books, then looks up the title. She was curious about what he was reading. Then, she looked through the selection and ordered a few more of his fantasy books.
Markus pretty much owned all of the fantasy books in braille, and a few of the horror ones. There weren’t a lot available, even though the Author was a very popular writer. Out of the ten books Markus had, were four mysteries, and two cookbooks.
Markus was content reading, relaxing slowly. No one was bothering him, and he felt relatively safe.
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