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I … I can’t get that woman out of my head. Not in the normal way – she did something to me … I could feel her thoughts when she tried to peek into my thoughts. How did I know what she was doing? How was I able to block her? Is that why she looked at me the way she did? She did that same head tilt my mother …

[confirmed: ambient noises, 36 seconds.)

My mother. Haven’t thought about her in years, but she’s got to be the reason this happened. I barely remember her but I do have vague memories of her telling my father to do something and him doing it, even when he didn’t want to. It’s long past the point where I can lie to myself.

My mother was a telepath. She could have been Zhodani for all I know. In retrospect, Raweh would be a perfect place for a psi to hide with their ridiculous insistence on that Reformed Submissionist nonsense …

That means … that means I might be a psi.

[confirmed: ambient noises, one minute, twelve seconds.]

What am I going to do?

Allah help me. I have no idea what to do.

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