A dead man burns thirty years of secrets and leaves behind exactly one box. A journalist opens it and finds a photograph of empty Arctic ice - except it isn't empty. Beneath two hundred metres of ice sits a facility that officially does not exist, built around something that has been waiting, patiently, for decades to be understood. When Maria Hannigan starts pulling the thread, she doesn't just uncover a cover-up - she uncovers a message, one the world's most powerful governments have spent thirty years making sure nobody ever got to read: you have opened the door.
The closer she gets to the truth, the more people are willing to kill to keep it buried - and the less certain anyone is that burying it was ever really about protecting the public at all. The Seventh Facility is a race against silence, told by the people who paid for the truth in the only currency that ever really mattered: everything they had left to lose.
A dead man burns thirty years of secrets and leaves behind exactly one box. A journalist opens it and finds a photograph of empty Arctic ice - except it isn't empty. Beneath two hundred metres of ice sits a facility that officially does not exist, built around something that has been waiting, patiently, for decades to be understood. When Maria Hannigan starts pulling the thread, she doesn't just uncover a cover-up - she uncovers a message, one the world's most powerful governments have spent thirty years making sure nobody ever got to read: you have opened the door.
The closer she gets to the truth, the more people are willing to kill to keep it buried - and the less certain anyone is that burying it was ever really about protecting the public at all. The Seventh Facility is a race against silence, told by the people who paid for the truth in the only currency that ever really mattered: everything they had left to lose.