Gemotions

A deep breath, the air filling her lungs with the scent of pine and something else… victory. Leo stretched, the crick in his back finally easing. He gazed out the window, watching the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the park. The evidence was irrefutable. Every stolen passage, every borrowed character, meticulously documented and ready to be revealed.

The online forum, once a haven for worshipers of the now-disgraced author, was ablaze with accusations. He, Leo, had been one of the first to notice the similarities, the echoing rhythms and phrases. Now, his accusations were proof. He had found his voice in taking down his hero.