The call of the mind ...

I try to block it all out, hands over my ears, humming tunelessly. A few people glance at me curiously.

I can hear everything they are thinking.

Having done it once, my mind is receptive to thoughts, and they are coming at me from all directions.

What's she doing? That's the most common.

And then I touch the mind of  ... something.

Their name I know - Alec. But what is he?

His mind is ... ancient.

The End

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