Marked at Birth

Marked at Birth

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Because of the deeds of a few heroes, the Sisters of Fate set into motion a boon that extends to everyone in the world. Now, every baby is born with a mark that predicts their destiny. Most are blessed with love and hope, few are branded with troubling futures, and - though rare - some have marks of the elite. Even rarer than that, a mark that damns a person. Marcus King was born to a poor family over two decades ago. Upon seeing his birthmark, his mother willingly gave him over to the authorities. He's been told she was screaming in disgust, horrified that she would give birth to a person fated to do such terrible things as he was.
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