Diary Entry - 2024-12-02

Dear Diary,

I found something today—an old, rusted key lying on the floor. It feels out of place here, but somehow, it seems important. I don’t know what it opens, but I have a feeling it’s not just another door.

Signed,
The Youngest of Patricks

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