No one can know. Not because that they cannot be trusted, but the knowledge would destroy. It would betray people. That’s what justifies it. At least, I hope so.
I hope so much.
Patrick stopped writing, his pen poised above the paper. The letter was written. This was to die with him.
He slid the secret, the folded piece of paper with the information that could destroy so many, inside the envelope. Then he slid his still wet letter inside.
No one can know, he thought.
He sealed the envelope and threw it in the fire.
No one can know.
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