They reached the rusted iron gate. It was chained shut, but there was a gap to the left where the fence had bowed over the years. They slipped through and approached the heavy oak door of the tower.
A soft, green light was pulsing from the top window of the Watchtower. Pulse. Pulse. Long pause.
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Five minutes later, they met at the edge of the woods. The air was cold, and the woods were quiet, except for the crunch of dry leaves under their sneakers.
Maya didn’t ask questions. She just replied: “Coming.” They reached the rusted iron gate
Curiosity, friendship, and the idea that adults have secrets too.
But at 11:45 PM on a Tuesday, while trying to finish a frustrating history essay, Max saw something that proved him wrong. A soft, green light was pulsing from the
"It was," Mr. Henderson said. "Testing the frequency. I’ll turn it off now. It seems I wasn't subtle enough."