Victor, barely containing his excitement, chimed in, “And you kept it cold, right? No cracks?” Henry nodded, leading them to the side of the lodge. “It’s all intact. Still gives me the chills every time I look at it, though.”
As they uncovered the ice block, Clara and Victor exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of awe and professional curiosity. “This is extraordinary,” Clara murmured, running her hand over the frosted surface.