Nov 5, 2025
The very beginning of an idea..
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The very beginning of an idea..
Introductory Text
The Duke's mansion is rocked by scandal. The police have arrived, and they have a warrant for his son, the Marquis Dav.
The charges are appalling - consorting with known psions; attending clubs known to be frequented by psions. Using telepathy in a public place.
Dav hears the tromp of the police jackboots approaching his father's study. Knowing that neither the police nor his family could never understand, Dav reaches with a trembling hand into a drawer in the study for his father's old sidearm from the Psion War.
A gentle hand stops him. He looks up into the brown eyes of his psion best friend, Gorin.
'How did you get in here, Gorin?' Dav asks.
'No time to explain, Dav,' Gorin says, his voice as soft as his touch. 'Take my hand.'
Dav does as he is asked. A moment later, when the police break down the door, they find the room to be empty.