"Power corrupts." You know the saying? Pure rubbish.
I first saw it on the pavement, this Schlage key blank. Or so it appeared. It becomes what you need to get into, well, whatever you need to get into. Sliding into the new deadbolt she installed. Flattening to paper bearing her computer password. Compressing into her Chevy's security fob.
Understand, I could've opened anything. Bank vaults, prison cells -- your front door. She must've seen something in you to leave me. I'm going to see it, too.
How? I'll show you. Is this a key I see before me?
I think not.
Skeleton Key by I Saw Lightning Fall
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