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When I was born, I killed my mother.  I killed my father.  My nurses.  Clergymen offering their blessings of protection.  And everyone else in attendance.  I was born a Redmarshal; a title that entails a curse of a life and the death of many. I was swooped up by the Sect moments after I drew my first breath; swooped up and put to the brand.  Burned and marked like cattle.  A necessary sufferance to have the curse of the Redmarshal quelled.  We all go through this when we're discovered.  It's called the First Burning Day, and the brand that adorns us is known as the Soterus.  Without it, our curse runs rampant and all magic goes wild in our