Martin dared to pause for a moment, looking around. It didn’t surprise him how dark it had gotten outside—he’d been too aware of how much later he’d stayed than normal. The library was a beautiful place, and he’d been in awe of it his first few weeks here, but by now it had more than lost its appeal and he found himself bored of being stuck in the same room for so long—a complaint he would never dare utter aloud. Luckily, painting helped him forget where he was, as long as he focused on the canvas.