Keeping Secrets
The crowd began to thin as the morning dragged on, but Thomas lingered. He stood with arms crossed, watching the police more than the iceberg now. Their radios buzzed with short, tense exchanges, and each time someone pointed toward the top of the ice, the officers grew visibly agitated. They weren’t just worried about falling shards. They wanted the townsfolk kept in the dark. That realization made Thomas even more determined.
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