About this book:

Beneath forty meters of Greenland ice, the stratigraphy is impossible. The facility shouldn't exist—its bulkhead bears a manufacturing date twelve years in the future, stamped with the logo of a corporation that hasn't founded it yet. When Dr. Julie Vane breaches the seal, she finds a pristine bunker, warm circuits still humming, and two bodies frozen at a terminal. One wears her face, aged fifteen years. The other wears her colleague Soren's—currently dying fifty meters above her in a collapsing trench.

The facility calls itself Operation Reverse Stratigraphy. Its mission: deposit a seed archive into the past. Its chief excavator: Dr. Julie Vane. Launch date: October 2044. But the ice cores prove the glacier has been undisturbed for decades. The facility didn't get buried by time—it punched backward through it, melting upward into a past that hadn't happened yet. Now the trench is collapsing, the air is running out, and Julie's future self left a notebook with three frantic lines: *Work backward from the disaster. Do not let them drill Trench Four.*

Julie has already drilled it.

A high-concept archaeological thriller where the dig site is a crime scene from tomorrow, the bodies are your own, and the only way out is through the paradox that put you there. For readers who like their time travel grounded in ice, entropy, and the terrible weight of causality.