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- His powers were adapting. He’d been holding on to them, but the anger and circumstances were apparently enough to force a shift. A perception ability, an offensive ability that would let him move objects violently along strict paths that were dancing across his field of vision, and a future-sight ability that was making the world change colors, identifying points of high future stress and danger with colored blotches.
- [...]
- "Fuck Contessa!" He leveraged the telekinetic power, slashing his hand out to one side. The desk moved like a bullet-
- -And stopped, no more than a hair from the wall.
- The Custodian, invisible but to his other senses, gently set it down.
- [...]
- He shook his head slowly, but he took the seat, using his telekinesis to move it left, then forward, until it was right behind him. He collapsed into the chair.
- - Interlude 27
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