He widened the hole, sweat gathering along his back despite the cool spring air. The deeper he dug, the more unnatural the soil looked, as if it had been disturbed and resettled countless times. His pulse quickened with each downward thrust of the shovel.
Then, just as he leaned in for another strike, the shovel jolted violently in his grip. The blade had hit something solid. It was something that didn’t give or crumble. The impact sent a metallic note ringing faintly through the air.