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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.

team continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed the

a few minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened, and

long as no one touched her, she could pretend they

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

as well.

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers

"What do you mean?"

three fingers once, then immediately

sharply, feeling a surge of rage

now, Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all human

her fingers cut off when

at a

now. One, the engineering team

here means she has

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

master behind

Both options were daunting.

this place had managed to hold Cynthia

could do was to make the basement

using mirrors, they could redirect

at Beck, who was quietly wiping his

"Beck?"

turned quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we do

imprisoned, and the Sanders family had

a pang of

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decade of lan's memories, or

a sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the location of

eyes

send someone to find

sight any longer, Maja left the basement and felt the

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