Tranquility
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All his life Daryl's had this annoying ability to read the minds of everyone around him with no way of making it stop, except to live in isolation. So he moves up in to the mountains and only comes to town a few times a year, but is meet with glares and an hateful thoughts each time.
While trying to hurry up and get the few items he needed, a stranger runs in to him and for once, Daryl hears nothing. Not one single thought from this man or the other people around them. For the first time in his life, the only voice he has in his head, is his own.
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