Gemotions

The air in the library was still and silent, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within him. He was a man out of time. His heart raced. He felt the blood pounding in his ears. He sat at a sturdy table, surrounded by towering stacks of books and journals. He needed to find evidence, he needed proof.

He ran his finger down a list of publications, his hand shaking. Each title was a potential threat, each article a possible theft. He narrowed his eyes, determined to find some recourse.

He meticulously went through the records, with a magnifying glass. He would not fail.