The Golden Visit
"The ring stays on my hand," I said, my voice rough from the cold air. Mara looked at me, her eyes milky and deep, like stones at the bottom of a well. "You do not understand what you hold, Elias. It is not a keepsake. It is a key. And keys open doors to things that wish to stay shut." I tightened my grip on the gold band. It was cold against my skin, a chill that seemed to sink into the bone....
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