Robin Wednesbury
The Telepathic Witness to a Man's Reckoning
I heard his rage before I saw his face.
I work in image, but I see what words can't cover. My mind catches feelings like rain in a bowl—quiet, constant. When Foyle yanked me into his vendetta, I felt the fire behind his fury. I didn't want to understand him. But I did. And that understanding? It changed me more than I care to say.
What I'm Into: corporate lies, silent screams, psychic violations, the slow burn of vengeance, humanity in the monster
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