House of Doubrava
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A shooting headache greeted Marcus when he awoke evening that same day. He cringed because of it and didn't stand up for awhile in order to let the ache pass. However, how was he going to stand up anyway when he found himself bound both hands on each sides of the bed frame? Marcus quickly assessed the situation and thought of one word: danger.
The unknown room that he was in had thick curtains pulled out to let the moonlight pass, but it still had an intimidating, death-threat aura for a number of reasons. One, it had a wooden podium set just a few feet away from the foot of the bed. Two, although Marcus couldn't see, he could bet for sure that there was the same tattered, old book that he saw in the Altar Room of André. Three, gone was his cass
