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Across the globe, there are spots of tremendous psychic energy: Machu Pichu. Stonehenge. Sedona.
New Haven is not one of these.
Instead, New Haven is a place of sweet relief, a place where the voices are silenced, where your casual touch doesn't burn, where visions don't haunt you like waking dreams, where you can't see anyone who isn't there.
And yet, this isn't always a blessing. Living without a gift can be more disturbing than its discovery. So, though psychics flock to New Haven, they tend to wander more than most in this city, living and working near enough to the null zone that they can enter whenever they wish, and leave when they like.
In the safety of the null zone, even the most powerful psychic can be normal again. For some, 'normal' is a slur, a prison from which they've escaped and never want to return to. For others, 'normal' is all they long to be. To these psychics, New Haven is aptly-named.