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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.

Agnes sighed softly, but let it slide for now. “What’s your book about?” She let go of him, then sat in front of him. “I wanna know.” She smiles.

“It would be great if you could read it to me. If you wanted to, of course. I’m not gonna force you to read anything.”

“Ah. It’s about… A young man. In an, ahm. fantasy world. With magic and stuff. And magical creatures are kind of going extinct because magical people kill them. And that man collects them and tries to save them and get the wizarding world to stop killing them. And he has a brother who’s kind of in the ministerial and they’re not that close.”, Markus answered, fiddling with his fingers slightly.

“At one point the main character loses his case with beasts and some get loose and he has to catch them again…”, he added quietly.

“I could read to you….”, he mumbled quietly, shifting where he was sitting.

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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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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.

“No thank you..”, Markus replied softly. He didn’t feel like eating. He was hungry, yes, but he didn’t feel like he should eat. He had been mistreated in many ways, so he was used to starving as a punishment. Food was for the good ones. The ones who deserved nice things. And Markus didn’t think of himself anywhere near that.

Agnes sighs softly and frowns. “Are you trying to punish yourself or something? You haven’t done anything wrong in my eyes. You need to eat. Come on, I can hear your stomach gurgling.” She crosses her arms and taps her foot quietly, waiting for his reply.

“N-no!”, Markus curled into himself, hugging his book close against his chest. “I’m- I’m just- … I just don’t feel like it….”, he mumbled, looking a tad afraid. He was always expecting her to yell at him, hurt him. He couldn’t believe she may never do either.

“I’m sorry…”, he near whispered, gaze on the ground again.

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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.

“No thank you..”, Markus replied softly. He didn’t feel like eating. He was hungry, yes, but he didn’t feel like he should eat. He had been mistreated in many ways, so he was used to starving as a punishment. Food was for the good ones. The ones who deserved nice things. And Markus didn’t think of himself anywhere near that.

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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.

Markus didn’t intent on stopping to read until he had to. Which mostly meant until either Agnes talked to him, or he needed the bathroom. He knew it’d take at least the whole day until he was done with his book, taking his time to read it a hundredth time, loving it all the same as he always did.

Agnes shut her phone off and sighed. She then got up. “If you need anything, call for me.” She walked to the kitchen, grabbing a knife before going to the bathroom and locking the door.

Markus looked up for a moment. “Okay.”, he said softly, and managed a little smile, before he returned to his book. He didn’t know what she was doing, so he merely continued reading. Not that he would dare ask what she was doing anyways, not when he had heavy scars on his arms and wrists himself.

So he continued reading, ignoring his hunger.

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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.

Markus didn’t intent on stopping to read until he had to. Which mostly meant until either Agnes talked to him, or he needed the bathroom. He knew it’d take at least the whole day until he was done with his book, taking his time to read it a hundredth time, loving it all the same as he always did.

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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.