The Forgotten Key
Eli was just 12 when he found the key. It was old, tarnished, and hidden deep within the pages of a dusty book his grandmother had given him for his birthday. The book was a collection of old poems, each page yellowed with age. But in the middle of one poem, a small brass key was tucked between the pages, as though it had been waiting for someone to find it. His grandmother, who had always been full of strange stories, never mentioned anything about the key. "That book is special," she would say, her eyes twinkling with secrets. But Eli knew that it wasn’t just the book that held something important—it was the key. One rainy afternoon, Eli couldn’t resist any longer. He held the key in his hand, tracing its intricate design with his fingers. There had to be something it opened. After hours of searching the house, he stumbled upon a small, locked drawer in his grandmother’s writing desk, a place he had never seen her open. With trembling hands, he inserted the key into the lo...