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Humans, pathetic things, are born screaming.
Henry Creel remembers the noise before he remembers light. Before faces. Before language. A tearing intrusion from nothing into everything—sound, thought, emotion, desire—an endless psychic static that never abates. Other minds broadcast into his mercilessly and without restraint, wants and fears and memories all pressed together, overlapping like radio frequencies badly tuned.
Since the moment he was born, Henry has known nothing but noise.
His power gives him clairvoyance. He can hear people’s thoughts unspoken, and see things without needing his eyes. It also makes him a prisoner, because to know everything is to be denied silence, to hear everything is to never be alone. The grating din of others’ thoughts roughens him over time, frays his edges, demands constant effort to keep his abilities from tearing outward unchecked. Control is not innate, it is work.
Exhausting work.
There is no peace, only endurance.
Until he meets you.