A Slanted Spotlight

I nudged a metallic bookmark across the tabletop until its beveled edge intercepted the narrow beam of the lamp. A calculated gamble. With a deliberate turn of my gauntlets, I tilted the thin brass plate against a stacked book. The deflected amber beam leapt upward, slicing across the dim room and casting a towering, heroic silhouette onto the white wall behind me. I stood entirely still, surveying the grand illusion I had conjured from mere pocket trinkets.