A Telepath's Accidental Heroism
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or, collapsing at my feet. My perfectly normal afternoon nap was over, replaced
ght to Senator Thompson. My stomach dropped – this was the kind of mess my sheriff dad always warned against. But then, as he gasped fo
, his face paling as he realized the depth of the conspiracy I'd unwittingly revealed. Our quiet life was ove
, linking us irrevocably to a corrupt politician who wanted Ben dead. This wasn't some fantasy hero journey;
on our rug, a terrifying question formed in my mind: if
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