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Chapter 82

August

The sound of a champagne cork popping jolted August awake at his desk.

For one half-asleep moment, the sound made him look for Nora. But it was Mr.Vargene, the editor of the Bullhorn , wielding an open bottle with an uncharacteristic grin stretching the scar on his face.

“Cheers!” Mr.Vargene called out, raising the bottle. “To the end of the Holtzfalls.”

It was then that August saw the flare in the sky.