She found a second logbook tucked beneath the Resonator. This one was bound in black leather and marked with a single word: ANOMALIES .

They continued. Lena counted twelve doors before they reached the end of the corridor and a heavy oak door marked Administration . The nurse knocked twice, then opened it.

A floorboard creaked behind her.

“You erase their memories.”

Lena closed her eyes. Behind her lids, she saw the well again. The crumbling stone. The impossible depth. And the face, smooth and waiting.