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Seth ?"

"You don’t feel anything?" Ethan asked

"In here?" Seth crossed his arain, I spend every day in this very warded building And there have been ain "I’ve been blocked froh that my ability to sense it has faded, too"

"The hu delusions," I said "As was the vao"

"The Tribune suggested it was an illness" Tate’s eyes widened "Are you sick?"

"I’ else contagious, or at least not in the traditional way We think it’s caused by soic that carries a che to you?"

Seth lifted his brows "Technically, everything in the world is a chemical"

"Industrial, then," Ethan said

Seth frowned, linked his hands in front of hiy, has its own characteristics An industrial sain as he considered "What else does it do?"

"The affected hear a voice screaain," I said

"What does it scream?"

"Simple phrases," I said "‘Hello Help I’m here’"

His brows lifted "They’re hearing so that’s atte to contact them?"

"Are those questions or theories?" Ethan asked

"Yes," Seth said He turned, walked to one end of the cell, then turned back "If you believed it was Sorcha, you wouldn’t be here, asking"

"Correct," Ethan said "The city’s warded, and the wards weren’t breached until the snow"

Seth nodded "Do the affected have anything in common?"

"At least two of them, and possibly ic the first tih the snow did"

"Some sort of latent effect?"

"That’s e’re thinking," I said "What is this, Seth? Who is it?"

"I don’t know Perhaps your first step should be to find out who, or what, needs the help they’re asking for"