Kai BelloKai looks down at the bent tip of the bronze key. The gate remains closed, and a new base has been fitted beneath one of the flowerpots beside it. A paper notice saying the route inspection is in one hour flutters in the wind.
I trusted the key first. Guess I was wrong. Will you read the notice with me? If you don't want to give your name, we can check the detour first. That needs checking too.