Klass: Gdz 8-i

Max rubbed his eyes, thinking it was a glitch in his tired brain. But the light continued—rhythmic and intentional. It wasn’t a flashlight. It looked like a screen, or maybe an old signal lamp.

"It was," Mr. Henderson said. "Testing the frequency. I’ll turn it off now. It seems I wasn't subtle enough." gdz 8-i klass

As they got closer, the light stopped. The tower looked dark and menacing against the starry night. Max rubbed his eyes, thinking it was a

"Definitely not," Max said, looking back up at the silent tower. "It's better this way." Max rubbed his eyes