Every day is market day for secrets, his mother had always said. Secrets could be traded for favors, for countenance, for trust. Secrets could be kept for the same price. Sometimes one shared a secret so it wouldn’t be a secret anymore. Sometimes one shared a secret to take away a bit of its power. Maybe that was what Percy would be doing if he told Kit about his father. But secrets could also be shared to show that one trusted the recipient. Here, hold this, I know you won’t break it, his mother had said when handing him a delicate glass bauble. And Percy had remained so still that he had
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