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<lora:AlecSothStyle:1>Alec Soth Style, a locksmith standing outside his tiny shop his hands stained with oil and metal filings, his jacket heavy with jingling keychains from locks he has long since forgotten, behind him the walls are lined with drawers each filled with countless keys their shapes unique and unclaimed, a rusted vise grips an unfinished blank beside a row of half-carved locks, the air smells of metal and dust as he gazes down the quiet street waiting for the next lost soul in need of a way in or out