Gemotions

The cluttered shop seemed to warp around Daniel. He felt off-balance, disoriented. He'd never expected to feel this way. The ring stared back at him, an old, familiar friend now tainted by circumstances he didn't grasp. A feeling of dread built inside him.

He cleared his throat. "How much is that one?" he asked, pointing, trying to sound as though he was just idly curious. His heartbeat accelerated.

The shopkeeper, a man with a wary gaze, told him the price. It was a fraction of its value. Daniel was almost certain he recognized the ring's details. He suddenly felt a sense of urgency. He needed to know the ring's history. He needed to find out how it had arrived here.