Iris fled the house as she had years before. This time she had the key! It bounced against her sternum as she ran, suspended from the ribbon hastily tied around her neck. It had been even more years since she had worn that ribbon. The same was true of the initials engraved on the key.
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Interesting! I can't wait for the next one!
...Hmmm,I think the key is the key...My Dear,Osquer,very fun,very interesting.I will just have to remember to take away the impossible,which means,that whatever is left,no matter how improbable,will propably be the solution..aaaw,who am i kidding.I am just enjoying the journey
Elementary, my dear Watson! Even Sherlock could not have deduced what does not yet exist. What makes you think I know where this journey is going? Only Iris knows where she's going (or where she thinks she's going) and she hasn't told me that much yet!
I think that's part of the fun, huh?
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