Jacob felt a mix of disgust and resolve. Clutching the diary, he knew he had to act to stop this dangerous act. Jacob flipped through the diary with urgency, his eyes darting over maps and scribbles for any hint of where the traps were or the cub’s last known spot.
Jacob’s fingers froze on a page depicting a giant rock, its jagged edges sketched with meticulous detail. The traveler’s notes beside it described the location as the centerpiece of his traps—a place where scent trails would lure the mythical white bear cub into a pitfall trap.
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