A equals H.

Ah, back again, are you?

Always chasing what you shouldn't.

Well then, let's see what's waiting for you tonight.

Lot 093.

A plastic key card.

Thin.

Ordinary.

Almost disposable.

The strip is worn.

The edge is scuffed.

And there?

See it?

A faint mar of dried brown.

As though someone clutched it too tightly when it mattered most. It once opened doors at a 24-hour storage facility, deep off the highway. But sometimes keys don't guard you. Sometimes

they lead you exactly where they want you to go. Here's a demented download I

call. Keep the lights on. Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers whose names have

been etched in brass on this beautiful plaque I had made above the front desk.

These are some of the members of the inner circle of the antiquarium. We go by the Obsidian

Covenant. Recent initiates include A. Ira. Sierra Garcia. Antoinette Shrewsbury. Rachel Oakley. Raya Shepherd. Bunny.

Emily. And Key of Sing. We are ever appreciative of your devotion to the order.

Go to the obsidian covenant.com to receive the sacrament.

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