"More or less." Cassandra closed the atlas. "The network here is more complex than Greenland's and more active than Iceland's. That might be because mainland Norway's geothermal and geological conditions are more stable, allowing the nodes to maintain a higher operating output."
That evening, they sat by the window in their room at the Contact Point, watching the ships moored in the harbor and the distant ridgelines gradually blur in the dusk.
Harry leaned back in his chair, feeling the ley line signal continue beneath his feet, its frequency and cycle matching the rest of the network.
Cassandra set the atlas on the table and took a sip of tea.
"We could head north tomorrow," she said. "There's a road north of Tromsø that follows the coastline past several fishing villages and a glacier. It's about half a day's drive."
"Then let's take a look up north."
The next morning, they left the Contact Point and rented a small off-road vehicle from a rental agency in town.
Harry took the driver's seat while Cassandra leafed through the maps in the passenger seat and gave him directions.
The road wound north along the coastline, with steep rock faces on one side and open sea on the other. Now and then, they could see white icebergs drifting in the distance.
After driving for about an hour, they stopped at a roadside lookout built on the edge of a cliff. Below lay dark gray water and several rocks battered by the waves.
The distant coastline stretched across their field of view, the ridges layered in alternating gray-green and gray-white under the sunlight.
Harry stood beside the lookout's railing and pressed his palm against its metal surface, sensing for a while.
The ley line signal was slightly weaker here than in Tromsø, but its