One percent. That was the extent of her powers, she could make things one percent heavier.
She thought of buying and selling gold, but the buy-sell prices would make her lose money with every transaction. No more ideas. Until now.
Her sibling—the one who got to play hero with their superstrength—was struggling to keep a building from collapsing. They were at their limits, strained and overwhelmed. And all she could think of was the bullying, the years of fear they had imposed on her. She decided now was the time for revenge.
One percent was all it took.
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