Massive Iceberg Drifts Toward Remote Village — What Locals Spot On Top Leaves Them Speechless
Morning After the Storm
Michael spent the night wide-eyed, listening to the storm tear across the ice. The wind screamed, the cold bit deep, and every creak of his shelter felt like a warning. Fear crept in, but so did something else—resolve. Even as the storm raged, his mind circled back to the shelter, the journal, the photos. Someone had lived here. Why?
The question haunted him more than the cold. By dawn, the wind had quieted. He unzipped the shelter and stepped out into a world remade by snow. Everything glowed, looking beautiful and incredibly dangerous. But Michael wasn’t leaving until he found out who had come here before him, and why.
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