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He touched a jar near the center of the display. The label read SARTRE, C. .

“You erase their memories.”

Voss was silent for a long time. When he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper. “She opened the door. On her seventeenth birthday, she went back to the well—the real one, the one in the backyard—and she climbed down. We found her body three days later. But her mind, Dr. Morrow, her mind was already gone. It had been leaving in pieces since she was seven. That’s why I built this place. To catch the pieces. To see what she saw.” charlotte sartre assylum

“We call this the Resonator,” Voss said. “It reads the electrical activity of the preserved tissue and translates it into sensory data. Sight, sound, smell, emotion. We can watch a patient’s memories long after the patient herself has forgotten them.” He touched a jar near the center of the display