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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

how many years she'd been confined. Her skin was unnaturally

continued their inspection, and the doctor reviewed the

few minutes of silence, the bathroom door opened,

one touched her, she could

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

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

She—"

"What is it?"

her fingers

"What do you mean?"

had severed her three fingers once, then immediately stitched them

feeling a surge of rage in her

Cynthia, with her traumatic stress disorder, refused all

having her fingers cut off when trying to receive

were at

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

In her mind, being here means she has to live by the

might return for the most part. Two, we find the device that can communicate with her, but chances are it's with

behind

Both options were daunting.

this place had managed to

could do was to make

they could redirect

at Beck, who was quietly wiping his

"Beck?"

quickly, his voice hoarse. "What do we do

imprisoned, and the Sanders family

of

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facility."

of lan's memories,

of memory, they could pinpoint the location of the research

his eyes again,

send someone to find

any longer, Maja left

to where they had spent the last night. But the building