There is something about an old brass key that already feels magical before you ever place it on an altar. It has weight. It has history, even when you do not know where it came from. It looks as though it once belonged to a cabinet full of secrets, a locked trunk, an iron gate, a railway office, a clockmaker’s workshop, or a door hidden behind velvet curtains and humming machinery. A key suggests that access is possible. It also suggests that access is not automatic. Somethi