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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

one knew how many years she'd been confined. Her

inspection, and the doctor reviewed the notes he'd

the bathroom door opened, and

long as no one touched her, she could pretend

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

attempted that as well. No matter what we present her

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers show signs

"What do you mean?"

her three fingers once,

sharply, feeling a surge of

traumatic stress disorder, refused all

of having her fingers

at a

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

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

part. Two, we find the device that can

master behind

Both options were daunting.

this place had managed to hold

all Maja could do was to make the basement

they could redirect snatural

looked at Beck, who was quietly wiping his

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we

unconscious in bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders

felt a pang of sorrow, fighting back her

need to dig into that research facility. Those with gifts

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facility."

a decade of

just a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the location

wiped his eyes again, composed

send someone to find

the sight any longer, Maja left the basement

back to where they had spent the last night. But the building was now rubble,