Arandor
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| From now on, and forevermore, you are a time merchant. |
You are a prominent figure in the world of magical merchants, and even the merchant of omnipotence respectfully tips his hat when he meets you. You are never in a hurry, because you know that you will always arrive on time. Your clients are people who lack time, people who would love to use it for their own purposes. You appear before them from a large, gray, two-story bus, take a Breguet watch out of your pocket, and thoughtfully examine it, contemplating whether or not to sell anything to this person. Even after you decide to make him your client, you subject the person to a test, asking him three questions to which he must answer honestly. What these questions are is known only to the time merchant and his buyer. In exchange for your services, you make your client keep a diary until the very end of his life, and after that, you take it, carefully read it, number it, and put it in a cabinet behind glass doors. You can collect your goods anywhere – in traffic jams, in universities, in private apartments, and right on the street. All the time you collect is recorded on an endless scroll of parchment, from which you tear off pieces for your buyers. The client applies a piece of worn leather to his solar plexus, and then the time dissolves in him, leaving a small scar on his chest. Sometimes, people deliberately seek out the time merchant, but you never come to them. Sometimes, you get too tired of collecting time alone, and then you take on an assistant, but they all mysteriously disappear after a couple of years. It is said that they simply dissolve into time, turning into that light mist that settles on people's faces and suddenly makes them remember moments of their lives that they had long forgotten. You yourself want only one thing – that someday you will be replaced by a successor, and you will finally be able to break free into the city and have fun. It is said that you sometimes appear before people who are about to die and quietly slip something into their almost cold fist, after which they revive and live long and happily.  |
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P.S. After retaking the test, I got the answer: Merchant of Fate...
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