The week began the way most weeks do after a significant event. A particular silence and calmness, the one no one would expect Marcus to have, despite the fact that he's the headline of all newsletters.
There was still no letter from Violet, but Marcus wasn't worried because Graves was surveilling the ones who were surveilling her.
Marcus, too, had noticed nothing in particular that could point towards the mastermind behind Cymbal, but he knew that they weren't just sitting idle either.
He had a habit of rising before sunrise; his body had reached a fine state, it had no impurities, and enough energy to sustain him without sleep for weeks, but mental fatigue was a different story, so he tried to sleep daily or lie down with his eyes closed.
The private quarters assigned to the head professor of his rank were generous and connected to his office. A bedroom with a window facing east, a dining room that was openly connected to a narrow gallery for servers.
