Find Your Key

He stands amid a web of chains and ten-thousand keys. His bonds chime a susurrus symphony in the wind.

“Find your key,” he says in a rusted mask. “Unlock your destiny.”

I pluck my choice and unlock his shackles. “I shall be she who frees the Priest of Locks.”

Copyright © by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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