[ The radio crackles and—miraculously, smooths into a voice. William's so startled he recoils, recoils from the very thing he's spent days yearning for. His own voice dries up. He's elated, but not in the way he'd expected—it just feels like more turmoil. Voices grasping for each other.
When he finds his tongue, he says the first thing to come to mind. ] A maze has a center. [ As soon as the words are out, he thinks of: ] The tower?
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When he finds his tongue, he says the first thing to come to mind. ] A maze has a center. [ As soon as the words are out, he thinks of: ] The tower?
[ And then, soft and apologetic: ] ...hi.