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The first golem handed me the key. The second, the mirror. In the mirror I saw not my weathered face, but a door behind me that had never been there before. A door marked with the same five syllables.

The old signal station sat on a ridge of broken basalt, a place so far from any map’s center that the wind had a name for everything. My name, according to the wind, was Way . I’d been the keeper for eleven years. way-fay-dwt-kwm-mhkr

I am not the keeper anymore. I am the path, the trust, the descent, the together, the maker. And if you’re reading this, the wind has chosen you next. Listen for the static. The first golem handed me the key