The Wistful Crossroads

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You hold the brass key. It is warm. It has always been warm. You are a man of keys. You make them. You cut them. You know the teeth better than you know your own face. The shop is quiet. The dust motes dance in the shafts of afternoon light. You are not alone. You are never alone. Is it the stranger? No. The stranger is the mirror. You sit at the bench. The chisel is in your hand. It feels like...

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