She didn’t touch it. Not yet. Instead, she photographed everything, sketched the layout in her waterproof notebook, and collected GPS coordinates. Archaeology in the Everglades is a race against time—every rainy season eats another layer of history.
“She said it was real,” Mary whispered. “My grandmother said the bell was for guiding souls lost in the storms. You found it, Tessa. You brought them home.” tessa taylor - everglades adventure
Tessa learned to listen.