HELEN’S P.O.V.Children are supposed to be loud. They run, they cry, they ask questions.The fifty children we had stolen from Ironwood’s lab were silent.We had set up a makeshift nursery in the cargo hold of the Goliath. Mattressesscrounged from the crew quarters were laid out in rows. The children sat on them, kneespulled to their chests, staring at the bulkhead with identical, slate-gray eyes.They didn't sleep. They didn't eat the rations we offered. They just... hummed.It wasn't a melody. It was a low, resonant vibration, like the sound of a refrigeratorcompressor. When all fifty of them did it together, it created a standing wave that rattledthe teeth in my skull."They're syncing," Leo said, standing by the hatch.He leaned against the metal frame, looking exhausted. He was still radiating a faintheat, drying the damp air of the hold."Syncing with what?" I asked, looking at a little girl who was staring unblinkingly at myleft boot."With the Architect," Leo said. "The
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