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“They asked for the key when they rebuilt the city hall. I gave them a copy. The real one is buried with Elias under the banyan tree at North Shore Park. He didn’t save the buildings. He saved the idea of a lock. That’s all a city ever was.”

The key was a formality. A tradition. “To the city,” the City Clerk had said over a crackling radio, “in case you need to unlock something.” We both laughed. The dead were already in Shore Acres. They were washing up on the Vinoy Basin. What was there to unlock? wwz key to the city documents

A young officer in a clean uniform asked for my credentials. I laughed. I handed him the brass key. “They asked for the key when they rebuilt the city hall

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