Sanghyeon

″‘Your soul is a beautiful thing, child.’ replied the grave man’s voice, ‘and I thank you. No emperor received so fair a gift. The angels wept to-night.”

“Man is not truly one, but truly two.” (Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, 1886)

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Where is God, even if he doesn’t exist? I want to pray and to weep, to repent of crimes I didn’t get to commit, to enjoy the feeling of winning in terms to who lasted longer in life. I thought I’d outlive him.

Where is God, even if he doesn’t exist? I want to pray and to weep, to repent of crimes I didn’t get to commit, to enjoy the feeling of winning in terms to who lasted longer in life. I thought I’d outlive him.

The mention of Mortimer Pierce’s funeral drags me back to that dismal orphanage whence it all commenced. We were plucked from obscurity—my twin brother Hanno and I—though those infernal adoptive vultures claimed they required but a single offspring.

Where is God, even if he doesn’t exist? I want to pray and to weep, to repent of crimes I didn’t get to commit, to enjoy the feeling of winning in terms to who lasted longer in life. I thought I’d outlive him.