“Like a beacon?” Clara said.
“Very good, Clara,” Silver said. “What else did you notice?”
She had to think about it, and used this opportunity to slow time. This gave her the opportunity to focus on the flashes.
Six of every seven flashes had a different frequency than their reality… their timing is short…
“Every seventh flash is of our reality,” Clara said.
“Twenty-first,” Silver corrected. “The seventh and fourteenth are very closely aligned with our own, but nevertheless different.”
“The difference a couple of millennia of experience can achieve.”

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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