“There are many universes…” she said, in the voice of a factual statement, “and, sometime, voices filter, from one to another. Then one has to know how to read the signs.”
I waited, hoping for an explanation. The clouds formation, above the rocky landscape, was turning weird. The air was icy cold.
“If you want to learn the way,” she resumed in a lower tone, “then I can show you, but there is a price.”
“Let’s assume I am prepared to pay that price…” I said, wanting to sound confident, and surer of myself than I really was.
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