There were…twenty-two hours in a day. Well, twenty-two that belonged to Man. The other two hours belonged to the Parting King and the Bearing King, an hour each, respectively. The other twenty-two belonged to Man to do with as he pleased. But at midnight, the Parting King reined. He appeared from the hollow of the Earth’s oldest tree and swept the land, marking those who were to die. At the stroke of one, the Bearing King came forth, marking those that were to be born. His finger drew upon their foreheads the straight or winding path their lives would take.
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