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The sinister instructions said to look for the code words “skull key”, in the local Nifty
Nickel. I was to look, specifically, in the used furniture section. There, is where I
would find further information about my kidnapped child.
So, sure enough, after much perusal, I found an antique armoire for sale.
Among the details of its description, plain as day, the words SKULL KEY leapt
out at me.
There it was, and as my eyes raced over the ad to find any information
about my child…there was no phone number! Nothing; there was no possible
way to make contact! Surely it was a mistake! No, the code words were clearly there.
Absently, I wondered what a skull key was. I had heard of a skeleton key
before, and prayed that this eerie term held no dark significance.
What had gone wrong? I had complied with their every demand. I had not notified
the FBI or any of the local authorities. I had placed a fortune in used bills, in a
gym bag, exactly where they requested it. So, had it now come to this? The stark
realization slowly crept into the darkest regions of my now hopeless thoughts.
They had never planned on telling me where my child was. It was revenge, above all
else, that mattered. Time had finally run out, and the futility of my dilemma
overwhelmed me. I had made a fatal mistake. A mistake that I would live with for the
rest of my life. Now I must seek my revenge…skull key indeed.
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Hail to ALL the troops and shadow warriors.
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