The Golden Visit
The brass key sat on the counter, a small, heavy thing that seemed to absorb the light around it. It was not a pretty object. The patina had worn thin at the edges, revealing a dull, yellowish metal beneath the dark oxidation, like skin that had been scraped raw. Elias Thorne held it between his thumb and forefinger, turning it over as if the answer to a long-standing question might be written...
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