**The Forgotten Key**
Ethan had always loved wandering through antique shops, running his fingers along dusty bookshelves and admiring old trinkets. But this time, something was different.
A small, rusted key sat alone on a velvet-lined box near the corner of the store. It wasn’t fancy—just a simple brass key with faded engravings along the edges. But when he picked it up, an odd chill ran down his spine.
“Ah, you’ve found it,” said the shopkeeper, an elderly woman with piercing gray eyes.
“Found what?” Ethan asked.
“The key to the unknown,” she whispered. “It’s been waiting.”
Ethan chuckled nervously. “Waiting for what?”
The shopkeeper simply smiled and wrapped the key in a cloth before handing it to him.
That night, as Ethan returned home, he turned the key over in his hands. Where could it possibly belong? His apartment was modern—there were no old locks, no mysterious cabinets. But then, just as he placed the key on his desk, he heard it.
A faint clicking sound.
He turned quickly. His bookshelf—one that had sat untouched for years—had moved slightly forward. Heart pounding, Ethan walked toward it, pushing it aside. Behind it was something he had never noticed before: a hidden door.
And his hand, almost instinctively, reached out. The key slid perfectly into the lock.
The door creaked open.
Beyond it, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.
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