Since she had Eleanor here, Clara decided to ask some questions.
“Have you been there?” Clara asked while pointing towards the horizon.
“Not lately,” Eleanor said.
“Meaning?”
“Time is fractured there.”
That much would be expected, given the distortions Zachary’s described.
“Not the first place—(I’ve encountered hiccups.)”
“This is worse,” Eleanor said bluntly. “They fenced off the area and posted guards.”

Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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