It holds names

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Michael demanded a straight answer. Alden leaned in, lowering his voice. “It holds names,” he whispered. “Names the church erased.”
When Michael pushed for details, Alden fell silent. “I can’t say more here, I’m sorry.” Michael’s fists tightened. Alden’s secretive attitude was starting to feel just as risky as the disc itself.
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