Marked
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Mon, Mar 31, 2014
The tattoo was a signal of hope.
Centuries ago it was a sign of respect and power. People looked up to you. If you were one of the Marked you were considered lucky.
But things have changed.
Now the tattoo is a sign of evil.
Today it's a signal of fear and darkness. People cower when they see you. If you are one of the Marked you are considered cursed.
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