“The difference a couple of millennia of experience can make.”
“Think we can make it?” Clara asked.
“Yes,” Silver confirmed.
They used the beacon to guide their way through the ruins until they came upon a collapsed floor. The fragments of the roof nearby indicated these were the remains of the attic.
At the centre of this piece of flooring Clara spotted a pull-down hatch. It glowed, the colours and frequency changing with every flash before fading out of reality.
“Be careful,” Silver said before returning to the whole.
“It might be easier if we do it as one.”

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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