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What belief?

Maja couldn't guess, not after hearing those words. She was too far gone to stay calm.

She took a deep breath. "So how do we communicate with her?"

Right now, communication was the biggest hurdle. Cynthia recoiled from any human contact, going into a state of distress with just

a touch.

And she couldn't hear if they spoke.

The doctor lifted a hand to massage his temple. "We haven't figured that out yet. We'll see if the engineering team can break

through the basement's defenses. Until then, we're being monitored around the clock."

He gestured to their surroundings.

Standing up, Maja scanned the area. "Can't we just cut the power?"

The engineering team shook their heads, clearly frustrated. "We can cut power everywhere on the island, but this circuit is

isolated. The main switch is encased in a solid steel box. We've tried shooting it, explosives, nothing damages it. Plus, it's got

backup from wind, solar, you nit."

Maja's impatience grew.

Meanwhile, Cynthia leaned against the wall, her forehead slick with sweat.

Just knowing there were people around her was overwhelming, covering her in sweat.

A chain was still clamped around her ankle. As she slid off the bed to move around, the clanking of the chain dragged across the

floor, echoing in the room.

Maja sat on the bed, suddenly feeling defeated.

Especially after watching Cynthia navigate to the bathroom with such familiarity, it was clear she knew the basement like the back

No one knew how many years she'd been confined. Her skin was

inspection, and

the bathroom

long as no one touched her, she

tried again. "Have we tried Braille? Just a few simple

as well. No matter what we present

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers

"What do you mean?"

had severed her three fingers once,

sharply, feeling a surge of rage in her

traumatic stress disorder,

history of having her

were at a

Pennyfeather, there are only two options now. One, the engineering team figure out the

her mind, being here means she has to live by the

the device that can communicate with her, but

master behind all

Both options were daunting.

this place had managed to

Maja could do was to make the basement a bit more bearable for Cynthia's

they could

at Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes in

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we do

his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family had many waiting to

felt a pang of sorrow, fighting back

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facility."

of lan's memories,

of memory, they could

wiped his eyes again,

I'll send someone

Maja left the basement

remains and hurried back to where they had