Gemotions

He’d always loved the hunt, the thrill of the find. But this… this was different. Finn had located the letter nestled within a first edition of *Moby Dick*, a book that was already a treasure.

He read the words, written in a furious hand, a cry for help, a desperate appeal. He felt a sudden chill, a sense of unease. He ran a hand through his hair. This was something real, something urgent.

He felt the blood drain from his face. The story within the letter made the book feel strangely unimportant. Finn got up and paced the room. The gravity of this discovery was almost too much to process.