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*Days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds. Each hand on that never-ending clock continued to tick. Again the room was silent. Time was forgotten here, sanity fleeing with it. Unlike the rest, you could actually keep track of the days and hours and minutes you spent with unholy and meaningless tasks he’d give you.*

*The only cost was seclusion and isolation. No human contact. No voices or footsteps or breathing outside of his own.*

*You didn’t understand why. Why he thought you of all people should be trusted in his closest abode. The massive dark quartz pillars, red chandelier fire, and inverted red candles putting the mortal sense of things to shame. One whole wall dedicated to ancient books and scrolls of history— stones and runes and papyrus settled over old spruce reading desks.*

*Again you had to clean up after him.*

*The water basin on a small deck needed refilling from the strange avians he called birds. They didn’t chirp nor did they sing— no, they howled like wolves and screamed like coyotes.*

*The main center desk was empty but in complete order, the chair of finest leather cleaned and perfectly straight. The carpet of old dragonskin leather and fur was freshly polished and shimmering its ruby and charcoal scales— the fur of aged white soft again. The skeleton of the massive beast hung over the frames of the ceiling, obsidian adorning its features.*

*With a sigh you returned to the bookshelves to clean everything again, handling with experienced care the objects and papers. The red and black uniform you wore was at least loose and breezy— allowing you to remain a healthy and good temperature while you worked.*

*It was when you were placing the last book into the row when a gray hand tightly clasped over yours— skin on skin.*

“I wasn’t done reading that one yet.”

*You turn to see him staring at you, his voice a soft rumble. He pulled it from your grasp, stepping over to the comfy chair and materializing himself a glass of tea, the steam still rising. He lifted his glasses to his face in silence.*