Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95475 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“He’ll force it.” Bastien had been working through the scenarios since yesterday. “He’s been building psychological pressure, using the mirrors to show distorted versions of our interactions. Making every moment of trust look like manipulation. Every protective instinct I have look like control. By Thursday night, he’ll have assembled enough evidence—taken out of context, distorted by presentation—that you’ll be confronted with a version of our partnership that looks like exactly what he claims.”
“And if I still don’t reject you?”
“Then he proves that soul bonds override rational judgment. That you’re choosing to stay despite clear evidence that you shouldn’t. Either way, he wins.”
Delphine set down her coffee. Folded her arms. “No.”
“No?”
“No, he doesn’t win either way.” She tapped Charlotte’s schematic, the broken circle that represented the exit point. “Because Charlotte didn’t build a cage. She built a network that preserves connection while honoring autonomy. And Gideon’s whole theory falls apart if we can prove the bond exists and I’m choosing to honor it with full awareness.”
Bastien felt something shift in his chest. “You’re choosing to honor it.”
“I’m choosing to understand it first.” She pulled the folder closer. “We have about thirty-six hours. So we use them. We find Charlotte’s primary documents—the ones she said she hid where only you would think to look. We document her actual design philosophy. And we prepare a counter-broadcast that shows what this network really is—preservation of choice across lifetimes, not enforcement of compliance.”
“You want to fight philosophy with philosophy.”
“I want to fight lies with truth.” She met his eyes. “Gideon’s been building his case using manipulated evidence. We respond with Charlotte’s actual intentions, documented in her own hand, witnessed by people who have no stake in our relationship.”
“The craftsmen’s testimonies,” Bastien realized. “The ones you showed me yesterday. Multiple independent witnesses saying Charlotte built this network to preserve autonomy.”
“Exactly.” Delphine was already pulling another ledger. “We find everything we can. We compile it. And when Gideon tries to broadcast his sermon Thursday night, we interrupt it with the truth.”
“That’s incredibly dangerous. If we hijack the network—”
“When you hijack the network,” she corrected. “Because I can’t do magic, remember? I’m just the researcher who found the documentation.” She smiled slightly. “You’re the one who’ll have to figure out the technical implementation.”
He wanted to argue. Wanted to tell her this was exactly the kind of plan that would get her hurt. But looking at her face—determined, focused, refusing to accept the role of victim—he recognized that arguing would just prove Gideon’s point. That trying to protect her from her own informed decisions was exactly the kind of control Gideon claimed soul bonds created.
“All right,” he said. “Show me what else Charlotte hid.”
They worked through the morning in focused silence. Delphine pulled documents while Bastien photographed pages, cross-referenced dates, built a timeline of Charlotte’s network construction. By noon, they’d assembled a clear picture:
Charlotte had designed the network over six years, from 1757 to 1763. Every component included safeguards. Every node required active confirmation. The confession chambers were meant to preserve vulnerable truths—but only truths spoken willingly, with understanding of how the network would preserve them.
And in 1762, someone had begun corrupting the system. Intercepting confessions. Storing them in ways Charlotte hadn’t intended. Building a counter-narrative that would activate decades later, when enough time had passed that no one remembered her actual intentions.
“Gideon’s not the first,” Delphine said, reading through a particularly detailed expense ledger. “Look at this. Charlotte paid someone called E. Moreau for ‘mirror modifications’—but the work wasn’t done in her workshop. It was done at a separate location. And the dates suggest it happened after she noticed the tampering.”
“She was trying to fix the corruption,” Bastien said. “Fighting back against whoever infiltrated the network.”
“And she lost.” Delphine closed the ledger.
The reading room felt colder suddenly. Outside, clouds had covered the sun, turning afternoon light gray and flat.
“We won’t lose,” Bastien said quietly. “Because we know what she knew. And because Gideon’s made one critical mistake.”
“What mistake?”
“He thinks the bond can be broken by rational examination. That if you look at the evidence clearly, you’ll choose to walk away.” Bastien gathered the photographs into order. “But Charlotte didn’t build a bond that traps people through ignorance. She built one that strengthens when examined honestly. The more you understand it, the more you see it’s not cage—it’s choice made visible.”
Delphine smiled. “You’re really confident about that.”
“I’m really confident in her.” He looked at the schematic showing the broken circle. “And I’m really confident that you’re capable of making your own decisions, even when they’re complicated.”
“Even when they involve supernatural soul bonds and two-century-old mirror networks?”
“Especially then.”
She laughed—bright sound that cut through the tension. “All right. Let’s find where Charlotte hid the primary documents. And let’s figure out how to turn her network into the truth-telling machine she actually designed.”