Lies of a Mindreader

I always thought that reading minds would be a good thing, something that would make the world easier to live in, easier to understand. And so I wished. A wish is a powerful thing and over the candles of my fifteenth birthday cake, I cast that wish. Never in a thousand years did I actually believe it would come true. But it did.

Three months later when I had completely forgotten I had ever cast that wish, it began. Slowly but surely I began to answer people's thoughts rather than their words, giving advice to their inner thoughts.


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