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You weren’t marked at birth. Your soul was your own, unhalved, whole. That, they said, was what made you the best. It made you the most efficient.
The soul-bound, with words seared into their skin, the ones who were given a place in this world, the ones who were made for someone — they were sent to remove their soulmates.
To you, a blank space, a whole, it’s nonsensical and fascinating, the way two people can feel so strongly for one another, perfect strangers, all for empty words etched onto their skin.
When your own mark appears, you feel nothing, your body too accustomed to pain to truly feel anything. But as you run your fingers over the burning words setting around your neck, you are certain you feel something, at least.
Give it your best shot, doll.