He didn’t trust his eyes. The cave wall in front of him looked like solid limestone. But the TCR 307, with its aged, reliable EDM (Electro-Distance Measurement) laser, kept returning a distance of to a “surface” that his headlamp swore was only 3 meters away.
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Marco’s thumb hovered over the key. The Leica TCR 307’s screen glowed faintly green in the dusk, its last charge bar blinking. He was 300 meters inside an unmapped cave system in the Apuan Alps, alone, because his partner, Elena, had twisted her ankle at the entrance.
Marco’s blood cooled. The laser wasn’t hitting the rock. It was passing through a thin, silent film of water—a vertical sheet, perfectly still, like a mirror made of nothing—and bouncing off something solid exactly 17.42 meters behind it. Something the eye couldn’t see.
17.42 m. Same result. Impossible.
“Stupid,” he muttered. “Stupid, stupid.” He wasn’t a speleologist. He was a surveyor . His job was to measure things that already existed, not chase rumors of lost Roman marble quarries.
He took one final shot: Coordinates recorded. Then the Leica’s battery died.