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“This doesn’t feel right,” I whispered to my companions as we made our way downstairs.
“I feel the same,” Alex agreed.
Sage, at the head of our group, glanced over his shoulder with an arched eyebrow. “Do you sense something?”
Alex paused and looked up at the short ceiling. “There is a disquiet in these walls. Though their memories are gone, the inmates feel that something is amiss in themselves and those around them.”
I folded my arms over my chest and frowned. “I mean that this Andrus guy is pretty much telling us all the secrets in this place. Are we really going to believe he’s going to let any of us leave after this, even if we do solve these two mysteries?”
“We could always shoot our way out,” Bee suggested.
Sage smiled. “We will leave that choice on the table, but wh
