Shadow Probe

Sss. The narrow gap beneath the desk demanded inspection. I stepped into the dim dust, weapon raised to probe each shadow. Safe. The low crevice runs straight along the baseboard, sheltered from all angles. Near the corner, my mace clinked against hard iron. A loose steel machine bolt, threaded and heavy, wedged in the dark. I levered it free with two sharp strikes. Good salvage. This tunnel is now secured.