Heaven Sent, Hell Bent

These are the missives of a trickster…

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The goddess of Order sat in the throne room right beside the Lord of Misrule.

I eyed them warily from my place in their golden atelier with its spun webs of silver. I didn’t really want to be here — I wanted to run far, far away — but I knew they were the monarchs that held the two strands of the universe’s tidings in line.