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I was flat on a cold floor. The fire was gone, and I hadn’t been burned.
I pushed myself to my feet and felt around. As far as I could tell, I was in a stone room the size of a walk-in closet.
Fumbling in my pocket, I pulled out the black phone. I pressed my thumb to the button, and the screen flicked on.
“All this for a phone,” I muttered.
But then I heard Eric’s voice in my head. This isn’t about a phone. It’s about freedom of knowledge. It’s about living outside the darkness.
I scrolled across the screen to a button that looked like a ball of light. I tapped it with my thumb and instantly found the glowing sphere in my free hand, 3-D and working.
I had guessed right, the room was top to bottom stone. The same stone as the fireplace. There was a meeting of two―make that three―d
