Ten-thousand metal keys chime in the breeze.
His chains making a susurrus clatter, he speaks behind a mask rusted by tears.
“Find your key. Unlock your destiny.”
I pluck my choice, and unlock his shackles. “I shall be she who frees the Priest of Locks.”
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