A tarnished brass key, a small locked box, a sequence of magical numbers, a charmless old block building in the desert. It is here that we visit in the night, keeping our distance, looking for sustenance. It is here we receive your offerings of words and other treasure.
Look, all we mean is, tonight is all letters from you, letters from our listening community, letters and their replies.
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