The Distant Whispers

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The iron key sat in Elias’s palm, cold and jagged against the skin, a weight that seemed to pull his hand toward the earth. It was not a large key, but its teeth were worn smooth by decades of use, the metal pitted with a greenish rust that smelled of old rain and forgotten things. Elias held it as if it were a live coal, or perhaps a snake that might strike, his fingers trembling not from fear...

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