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I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

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master keycard,” Wilson demanded, holding out his open palm.

Justin reached into his breast pocket. He pulled out the heavy, black plastic card attached to a retractable lanyard on his belt. It was the master key, the item that gave him unlimited access to every room, every corridor, and every secret on the property. His fingers fumbled with the metal continue reading …

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