Chapter 33

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33 “Not psychic,” Dr. Whitfield corrected me. “Remote sensing.” “Okay, remote sensing,” I said. “What’s the difference?” “Calling something psychic implies that only someone with special abilities can do it. Remote sensing is something we’re all capable of—we just need to train our brains to pick up on the signals.” Kind of what Halli described last night—or this morning, really—when we were listening outside the hut. “But what was it?” I asked. “It made me feel . . . itchy.” “Describe to me again the experiences you and Halli had when you heard noises back home.” I went through the two scenarios again. “Interesting . . .” He scratched at his beard. I was starting to get used to the gesture. “Professor?” I was also starting to get used to that. I liked calling him “Professor” inst

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