The necromancer made the key to unlock secrets. He used it to raise and control his undead armies. Even those beyond the flow of life and death were not above blackmail. Not to someone willing to tug on the chains of their attachments.
She stole the key in hopes of finding buried treasure. She dreamed of the riches the dead took with them to the grave.
But more often than not, the key unlocked regrets instead of secrets. That was when she found the key’s unintended but best use.
Sometimes a ghost didn’t need an exorcist, just a good therapist.

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