"That is the question," Elara smiled weakly. "The Guild spends millions making locks that scream 'I am a barrier.' They fortify. They complicate. But nature, Silas, prefers the path of least resistance."
Silas looked up at the keepsake box on the pushed-aside table. It was just a block of wood. It had never opened because there was nothing inside. The complexity had been a distraction. The "lock" was his own assumption that the solution must be difficult. simplekey