A Test of Metal

I crossed the edge of the red cushion and dropped onto the dark timber below. The descent was clean. Two strides ahead lay a heavy brass key ring, catching the distant amber lamp. I advanced without sound. Bringing my right blade forward, I set its spine against the cold curvature of the largest notched key. It rang with a faint, hollow note and held its ground. A solid piece of metal. I gave it a disciplined nod and kept my guard raised.