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Leo looked at Sara. "Together?"
"You see it too?" Sara whispered.
The government called it a "classified atmospheric anomaly." Twelve-year-old Sara knew better. It was a distress signal.
They weren't just runaways anymore. They were messengers.
Leo nodded. The orb showed them a memory: not theirs. A dying alien scout. A warning. "The pulse at the summit will erase every mind within a thousand miles. Stop it, or lose humanity."
No phones. No plan. Just a crumpled map their father left behind, with a single circled peak: Witch Mountain.
She finally smiled. "Together."
