Alice had left.
Duncan didn't know how much the silly puppet had understood, but at least one thing was clear to her now, she had realized the danger of the "key," and wouldn't consider winding it up again until she figured out what it really was.
Outside the window, the setting sun had already begun to sink, and the two splendid Rune Circles were gradually approaching the distant horizon. The pervading golden-red brilliance dyed the entire Endless Sea and then passed through the window, spilling into the room.
Duncan sat at the desk by the window, quietly staring at the brass key. He watched as the sunlight covered its handle, which resembled infinite symbols, and the intricate patterns seemed to come to life in the light, displaying a flowing texture with the shadows.
After a brief moment of thought and hesitation, Duncan took a deep breath and reached out to grasp the key.
A fine greenish glow emerged at his fingertips and slowly infiltrated the key's interior.