11-03-2007, 12:19 AM
River grabbed the silver key, looked down at it, 4. It was engraved delicately into it's shiny exterior.
He walked down the hallway, his feet beating out hollow echoes.
It didn't take long for him to find the door, he inserted the key into the brass lock. He turned, and he turned, and nothing happened. He wouldn't force it, because it was just slipping in the lock, rotating without friction like he was churning butter.
"Ummm...Ms, the key isn't working. He called out, hoping she would come to his assistance, but he kept turning the key hoping for something
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