Multikey 1822 -

The town’s council—half superstitious, half practical—met to decide what to do. Keep it locked in a vault? Sell it to a museum? Burn it like a contagion? But the sort of thing that makes a council meet is rarely the thing they resolve: they appointed a keeper instead. A keeper does not own a thing; a keeper listens to it. They appointed Mira, who had a steady voice and knew the cadence of a clock. Mira accepted because someone must, and because the alternative—no one—felt worse.