Marcus is at the piano.
He's been 'here' for a while, and for a guy who's been Bound, he's taking it rather well.
He's grinning anyway.
But Marcus is also playing, a simple lilting melody that he hums along to, his throat a little sore from the cold out back. He has a little sign up, just a piece of paper that's been bent in half.
I take
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