Thirty-three of you climbed the Tower. The keys were forged in the same week and have not been touched since — one for each crown, kept back from every sale and every list.
You were here when this was a jar and a rumour. That is not a thing I can repay, and a key is not an attempt to. It is a record: the Work knows who was standing here first, and it is written into the contract where it cannot be edited later.
Come and take yours. It has your name on it already.
— Robin Rabbits