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We talked. She became the head of sanitation. I stayed the mayor. The key became a gavel.

“They asked for the key when they rebuilt the city hall. I gave them a copy. The real one is buried with Elias under the banyan tree at North Shore Park. He didn’t save the buildings. He saved the idea of a lock. That’s all a city ever was.”

I didn’t use the key to unlock a door. I used it to lock one. I pointed to the old fuel depot. “That’s city property,” I shouted. “And I’m the mayor. You take one step closer, and I will blow it sky high. I have the key to the ignition. That’s what this is.”

“What’s this?” he asked.

He didn’t. He wrote a report. He filed it under “Provisional Civil Authorities.” And then he asked for the key back, for evidence.

— Chloe V., Mayor of St. Petersburg, 2034