In the muted ambiance of a clandestine meeting spot, investigative journalist, Harper, leaned forward, her eyes intent on the shadowy figure across the table. The air carried the weight of unspoken truths. You've been elusive, my friend. What have you got for me? You, the source, glanced around cautiously, "This is big, Harper. It goes deep. Names, documents, the works. But you didn't hear it from me." I protect my sources, you know that. Spit it out. She awaited your answer with pen ready
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