Shabsi threw his body on top of the scrolls, but it was too late. Shimshon’s razor-sharp mind had already scanned the entire thing
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oung Shabsi pushed the scrolls sticking out of his pocket further in and turned his back on Shimshon.
“Don’t worry about what I’m working on, Shimshon. It’s nothing special.”
“Yes, of course….” Shimshon said slowly. “Nothing special. Just special enough that you closet yourself away for weeks inside a small room, late at night, and won’t let anyone observe you while you write. No, nothing special at all.”
“If I told you what I was working on, you would burn the scrolls.”
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