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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 she'd been confined. Her skin was

inspection, and the doctor reviewed the

of silence, the bathroom door opened, and Cynthia slowly

long as no one touched her, she

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

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

She—"

"What is it?"

fingers

"What do you mean?"

severed her three fingers once, then immediately

surge of rage in

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder,

her fingers cut off when trying to

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behind all

Both options were daunting.

place had managed to hold

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mirrors, they could redirect snatural light

quietly wiping

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sliver of memory, they could pinpoint the

wiped his eyes again, composed

I'll send someone to

left the basement and felt

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