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Styx
Secrets. The world revolves around them.
In my experience, everyone has one. They keep them from others, from themselves, from the world. But secrets don't stay secret for long.
To acquire them is the sweetest song, a counterpoint of guilt and trust. Privileged are those who keep them. For the world is divided into two kinds of people: those who give secrets, and those who keep them.
My whole life has been shaped by secrets. My destiny was decided by them. That fateful choice: whom to trust? The wrong choice was made, my path was set. A boy became a man; a Dark Lord fell.
Dumbledore - now there was a master of secrets. An artist. How carefully he treated them, like delicate glass birds; he cradled them in his cupped hands and then, when he judged the time right, he would let them fly like assassins, more deadly than any wand.