When I awoke the next day I was confronted by what would
prove to be our greatest obstacle.
“How far does it extend?” I asked, shading my eyes from
the sun and squinting against the glare reflecting off the ice.
“No one knows. Everyone who ever attempted to cross it
died years ago.”
The terrain before us was bare and completely flat. The incessant
wind made the snow drifts slither across the frozen sea, like giant white snakes
sidewinding across a frozen desert.
I turned towards my companion. “How do we cross?”
“We walk. And hope the ice is thick.”
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