The Tarnished Key
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Pulled from a peat bog in West Riding, the key bears the maker's stamp of a locksmith long since dissolved into rumor. Its teeth are worn, but only on one side -- the side that turned, again and again, in a single lock for forty years.
No matching keyhole has ever been recovered. The lock it served has either rotted into the soil or sits, unrecognized, in a drawer two counties west.