Click.
Silas was left alone with the silence and the impossible box. He paced the workshop. He tried the key on the front door. It slid in, but turned nothing. He tried it on the supply cabinets. Nothing. He even tried it on the wind-up clock. It simply fell out of the keyhole. simplekey
A customer walked in, a wealthy merchant holding a cumbersome, seven-pound iron key. "Good morning," the merchant huffed, setting the heavy key down with a thud. "I need a lock that can’t be picked. Something with twelve levers. Something impossible." a wealthy merchant holding a cumbersome