Chapter Forty
“OUT. BE CAREFUL. OUT. Be careful.” The voice had droned on for what seemed like hours. It was driving Ethan insane. Ganika was sitting hunched up, her hands over her ears, rocking. Her father was doing his best to comfort her, but the strain of hearing the constant repetitions of the voice was showing on his face.
At first, Ethan had entertained a wild hope that the threads were about to set them free. What else could they mean by Out? But no means of leaving the chamber had materialized and the word had turned into a cruel taunt. Out was the one thing they wanted more than anything yet they would never achieve it. What the threads meant by Be careful, Ethan had no idea. Imprisoned as they were, they had no option about being careful or careless.
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