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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

and the doctor reviewed the notes

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

her, she could pretend they didn't

few simple words, she might be able

Pennyfeather," the doctor begun, "we've attempted that as well. No

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers

"What do you mean?"

severed her three fingers once, then immediately stitched

inhaled sharply, feeling a surge of

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder,

of having her fingers cut off when trying to

at a

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

has to live by the

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

master behind

Both options were daunting.

to hold Cynthia

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

using mirrors, they could redirect

at Beck, who was quietly wiping his

"Beck?"

voice hoarse. "What do we

imprisoned,

a pang of sorrow, fighting back

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decade of lan's memories, or Eric himself,

sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the

his eyes again, composed

send someone

longer, Maja left the basement and felt

to where they had spent the last night. But the