The Golden Oath
The brass key in your pocket has grown warm, not with the heat of the day, but with a friction that seems to exist only within the metal itself. It is a key of considerable weight, its teeth worn smooth by the passage of time and the desperate hands of those who came before you. You are the Keeper of the Archive, a title that sounds grand in the brochures but feels, in practice, like a sentence...
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