The Weight of the Truth
Ben lived in a town in Ohio where the only thing that grew was the rust on the silos. He was an ex-con with a gift he hated: he could see the "truth" of any object he touched. Touch a wedding ring, and he felt the coldness of a dying marriage. Touch a rusted knife, and he felt the sudden, sharp terror of a midnight crime. He didn't see the future, and he didn't know the secrets of the stars. He...
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