THE THURSDAY SECRET
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Lobo shook his head slowly. “I cannot say that.”

His voice almost disappeared as he spoke. The words felt heavier than any wound Simon had given him.

"I've carried those secrets for years," Lobo admitted. "Men have disappeared for knowing less than I do."

Simon watched him without blinking.

"Secrets only have power while they remain hidden," he said quietly.

"Come on sir, please I cannot say it." Lobo begged.

Simon tilted his head slightly. “You can.”

Lobo searched Simon's face, hoping to find
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