“You need to get all those nasty little visions out, then The Sight will chill out and you’ll be back to normal,” Leon said, taking something from his jeans pocket and unfolding it. The aluminium foil had been fashioned into a sort of cap and he reached out, smoothing my hair down and sliding it onto my head, taking his time to adjust it. I was so exhausted mentally that I didn’t even bother to stop him. “And what do you think that will do?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “It’s a vision hat, Gabe. It will help slow down the vision flow. Duh,” he said confidently. “Don’t call me Gabe,” I said,
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