That night, he dreamed of endless doors, each shimmering with strange symbols. Some were small and wooden, others grand and gilded. As he reached for one, the key in his pocket pulsed with heat, guiding him.
The Tale of the Second Key
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That night, he dreamed of endless doors, each shimmering with strange symbols. Some were small and wooden, others grand and gilded. As he reached for one, the key in his pocket pulsed with heat, guiding him.