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.
“Okay…”, Markus mumbled quietly and nodded lightly. He knew he couldn’t believe it, he wouldn’t be able to keep it in mind and believe it. But he just agreed to her, better than nothing.
He relaxed a little bit again at the very least, letting Agnes hug him as he held his book.
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