Diary Entry - 2024-12-13

Dear Diary,

I opened the box. Inside was a key, old and rusted, just like the first one. But this key is different—it feels heavier, more significant. The moment I touched it, the mirrors shattered, leaving me alone in the room with the key in my hand.

Signed,
The Youngest of Patricks

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