[DON'T SAY THIS. His brain very clearly already starts becoming jumbled with scribbly thinking. He turns away from her, but only so he can carefully lie back on the bed from the edge.
He stares up at the dimly lit moon darkness.]
A normal key? A magical key? I can make a key... with some time. And the right tools.
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He stares up at the dimly lit moon darkness.]
A normal key? A magical key? I can make a key... with some time. And the right tools.