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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

her hand. No one knew how many years

team continued their inspection, and the

silence, the bathroom door

long as no one touched her, she could pretend they didn't

a few simple words, she might be

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

She—"

"What is it?"

of her fingers show signs

"What do you mean?"

fingers once, then

surge of rage

traumatic stress disorder, refused

a history of having her fingers cut

at a

now. One, the engineering team figure out the design

from this environment. In her mind, being here means she has to

device that

behind all

Both options were daunting.

this place had managed to hold Cynthia

do was to make the basement a bit more bearable for

they could redirect snatural

at Beck, who was quietly wiping his eyes in the

"Beck?"

hoarse. "What do

bed, his mother imprisoned, and the Sanders family

felt a pang of sorrow, fighting

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Patric, with a decade of lan's memories, or

just a sliver of memory, they could

his eyes again, composed

I'll send someone

bear the sight any longer, Maja left

where they had spent the last night. But the building