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It must be temporal shrapnel. A piece of chronological debris, strong enough to be thrown up the gradient rather then be destroyed outright.

She crawls up to it, gripping the slingshot in her hand hard enough to leave marks.

It's absurd that this is here. Impossible.

But it is.

The window is unmarked.

With a sense of strange inevitability, Bina crawls towards it.