“This ice is ancient,” Sophie said, running a gloved hand along the surface. “Look at the clarity—it’s like glacial ice. And whatever’s inside… it’s hard to say. It’s distorted by the frost and refraction.”
Henry crouched beside her, his breath forming clouds in the icy air. “It’s been sitting out there in the woods, just waiting to be found. What do you think it is?” Sophie pulled a small scanner from her backpack and began running it over the surface.