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The Key Fits

Amber slid the rusty key into the lock. It resisted—then turned with a satisfying click. The hatch creaked open, revealing a narrow staircase. Cold air rushed up to greet them. “Well,” Steven said, gripping Amber’s hand, “we’ve come this far.” Wilburt stayed behind, watching them descend into the shadows. The stairs groaned under their weight. Below, silence waited.
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