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[no_sin_but]

Marlowe has been many things, but one of the things that people forget is scholar. Student. Oh, yes, the boy wrote plays, but he was Kit Marlowe. He brawled, he snarked, he twisted people around with nothing but words until they believed in no God, he, hell, he even teamed up with another poet to kill a man on record.

But Marlowe, reading? Having a genuine love for words and text and the scent of leather and paper? People forget about that.

For a while, so did he.

Now he's free to indulge, and indulging he is; lying on the bed, eyes and mind intent on nothing but the page in front of him.

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Enters, Darren Nichols, through the door that he purposefully didn't lock because you can get a doorknob with your fingers while you're holding a box, but a key, on the other hand, is a little different.

Yes, holding a box. A box that gets dropped on the nearest available surface the minute he walks in.

A box full of books.

"Want these anywhere in particular?"