“Why are you vibrating at a different frequency?”
Eleanor did not react. It was odd to see the angel of death as an immovable object.
“You’re out of sync with time,” Silver said.
“Oh! Right…”
“Eleanor doesn’t exist in this reality. She merely interacts with it as needed.”
That didn’t explain the copies, but then again there was plenty about this reality that she did not understand.
Clara returned in sync with time just as Eleanor was about to speak.
“I’m not a part of this world,” Eleanor replied.
“Silver just finished saying the same,” Clara said.
“She can explain it better than I ever could.”

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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