Through the dense cluster of trees ahead, a strange, shimmering light flickered. It was faint, but it stood out against the muted whites and grays of the winter landscape. Frowning, he straightened and wiped his brow.
“What’s that now?” he muttered. Curiosity got the better of him, and he set down his axe to trudge toward the light. Henry followed the glimmer through the trees until he entered a small clearing. There, half-buried in a mound of snow and ice, was something he couldn’t quite understand.