A farmer went into the woods for firewood—but he found something chilling encased in ice.

The block of ice sat just outside, its shadowy contents hidden beneath a hastily secured tarp. He had thought about calling more people, but the weight of the discovery—and the potential for chaos—made him decide to keep things quiet. For now, Sophie was the only person he trusted to help him make sense of it.

Finally, headlights swept across the snowy driveway. Sophie’s truck crunched to a stop, and she stepped out, bundled in her thick winter parka with her backpack slung over one shoulder. Her breath puffed in the freezing air as she waved.