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CHAPTER SEVEN I walked back toward the house, tired and exhausted. The adrenaline from the past ten minutes or so was starting to fade and my sleepiness was starting to return. In the east, the first rays of the sun were starting to peak over the horizon. It seemed like daytime came faster here than back in Golden City, but Nightbolt had told me that that was just because West Texas was so flat that there was nothing to block the rays of the sun in the morning. The first rays of the sun showed a sky as empty as ever; there was no hint that the alien spaceship had even been there. But I’d seen it. It looked exactly as Nightbolt once described it to me: Large and ring-shaped with blinking lights. I had only seen it for a very brief moment, not long enough to make out any details, but there