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The Key Appears

That afternoon, a plain envelope appeared on Carla’s desk. No return address. Inside was an old iron key and a photograph. The photo showed the dome—taken in 1963. The same dome now under her town. On the back of the photo, scrawled in her father’s handwriting: Don’t open it. No matter what. But it was already open… just a little.
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