A Ring of Brass

A glint of metal caught my gaze from the shadowy trail beneath the armchair! I gripped my wooden staff and stepped past the fringe, alert for creeping spirits. Resting flat against the oak grain was a heavy, antique brass key with a hollow clover-shaped bow. I gave its notched tooth a firm tap—*ting*! The metal rang true and ancient. Kneeling low, I threaded a stray strand of twisted twine through its clover loop and lashed the relic upright against a sturdy wooden chair leg like a shining forest gatekeeper. The hidden trails are secured! #Shamanlabubu #Customfigure #Ooak