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Chapter 24 - The Corridor of Truths

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Corridor of Truths

The mirrors on both sides of the corridor pulsed faintly. Each one whispered as Lucien passed.

"You chose silence over confrontation."

"You erased her before she could speak."

"You lied to the child because the truth scared you more."

He walked.

Not quickly. Not hesitantly. Just forward.

Each reflection was a choice abandoned, each version of him trapped in the weight of a decision never acted upon.

❖ Zone: Corridor of Truths

Rule: No lie remains unreflected

Threat: Emotional Echo Overload

System: Passive Observation Mode

At the end of the corridor, a door waited.

It had no handle.

Only a sentence carved into its center:

"Only those who know their falsest memory may enter."

Lucien paused. The system pulsed beside him.

System Prompt: Access requires submission of Personal Falsehood

Status: Locked

He inhaled.

"I remember choosing to become this."

The door remained still.

He tried again.

"I remember saving someone."

No movement.

Then, quietly:

"I remember being the first."

The door clicked.

And opened.

He entered a room filled with soundless voices.

It was a courtroom with no judge, no jury. Just echoes. Transparent figures argued, wept, screamed. All of them versions of people he'd forgotten, rewritten, or walked past.

At the center: a podium.

And on it: The System's Heart.

Not mechanical. Not symbolic.

It looked like a child's drawing—scribbled lines, a sun, a cracked smile.

He approached.

The voices fell silent.

❖ System Core Access: Conditional

Warning: Any interaction here may rewrite system values permanently

Query: Do you wish to proceed?

He touched it.

A wave surged through him—memories shifting, orders rearranged, purposes dissolving.

New Prompt: Define your purpose without contradiction.

Lucien closed his eyes.

And said:

"To exist without rewriting others."

The system paused.

Response: Logic does not align with past behavior.

Lucien didn't flinch.

"Let it not align. Let it change."

The podium collapsed into light.

And in its place stood a new figure:

A child.

Not real. Not a memory.

An ideal.

It smiled at him, not with warmth.

But with permission.

"You may enter the archive now."

A staircase formed.

Lucien descended without asking what waited below.

He didn't need to.

He was finally ready to read what even the system feared to remember.

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