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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

knew how many years she'd been confined.

team continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed the

few minutes of silence, the

as no one touched her,

Braille? Just a few simple words, she might be

as well. No matter what we present her with,

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show signs of

"What do you mean?"

had severed her three fingers once, then immediately stitched

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge of rage in her

traumatic stress disorder, refused all human

a history of having her fingers cut off

were at a

Pennyfeather, there are only two options now. One, the engineering team figure out the design of this room,

her mind, being here means she has to live by the rules she's learned. Away

for the most part. Two, we find the device that can communicate

behind

Both options were daunting.

this place had managed to

do was to make the basement a bit

mirrors, they could

at Beck, who was quietly

"Beck?"

his voice hoarse.

imprisoned, and the Sanders family had

of sorrow, fighting back her

wakes, we need to dig into that research facility.

He holds most of Eric's memories now, and he might remember sdetails about the Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on

facility."

Patric, with a decade of

of memory, they could pinpoint

eyes again, composed

someone to

bear the sight any longer, Maja left the

hurried back to where they had spent the last night. But the building was