If there was a place one could find Titus, it was the Flint Institute. He enjoyed partaking in the various academic programs and seminars. His was a mind that thirsted for knowledge and the Institute boasted people that felt the same way. He was in the Institutes library after having attended a seminar about Ancient Civilizations. It had been a decent lecture that brought forth new questions as any good lecture ought to.

Titus flipped through the pages of a textbook that had caught his eye. He settled down at a table, deciding to translate the hieroglyphics in the old book for the fun of it. It was also his birthday so he saw it as a sort of gift to himself to do something fun.

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