Dr. Alistair Finch did not possess power in the traditional sense. He was a slight man with thinning hair and a voice that rarely rose above a courteous murmur. His power resided in the space between sounds, in the resonant frequencies of a human skull. His field was “auditory-neural calibr...
Read MoreThe velvet curtains of the Midnight Garden theater hung heavy with secrets and smoke. Dr. Cassandra Veil took the stage in her signature crimson coat, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist. The audience leaned forward in anticipation."Ladies and gentlemen," her voice carried t...
Read MoreThe power didn’t feel like a thunderclap. For David, it was more like noticing a dial in the back of his mind that he’d never seen before, and realizing he could turn it. A slight adjustment of internal pressure, a quiet click of will, and the world softened at the edges, ea...
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