A farmer went into the woods for firewood—but he found something chilling encased in ice.
A farmer went into the woods for firewood—but he found something chilling encased in ice.
The forest stretched endlessly before Henry, its snow-laden pines casting long, skeletal shadows in the pale winter light. Every step he took crunched sharply against the frozen ground, the sound echoing faintly in the stillness. He moved deeper into the woods, the quiet pressing in until it began to gnaw at the edges of his thoughts.
Abruptly, he stopped. Something ahead caught the sunlight—something that didn’t belong here. Along the riverbank, a massive block of ice stood like a sentinel, its smooth surface glistening faintly in the weak sun.
