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Chapter 22 The voices, one male and one female, were too far away for the words to be clear. They were definitely arguing, often overlapping as one interrupted the other, but neither was quite raised in full anger yet. There wasn’t an echo, and even though Scout wasn’t close enough to the doorway to look within, the space beyond it didn’t feel immense. It felt confined. And yet there was no light. Were the voices arguing in the dark? Geeta started to take a step inside but put out a hand for Scout to stop. She held out her hand and Scout handed her the light, but Geeta took it only for a moment, and when she handed it back to Scout it was wrapped in a sheer red scarf, muting its brightness down to minimum usability. Scout still kept it focused just under their feet. Geeta lifted her gra