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- Shifting my wings as though to pick me up into the air as a sharp rise, I turned the beginnings of flight into an immediate turn. I faced her, now, and stood on solid earth. My other hand, my left hand, swung diagonally and launched stripes of black matter towards June.
- She didn’t dodge them. Why would she? I was aiming not at the June of the present, but the June of the future as my projectiles struck the gut of her beast where I predicted it would go. I aimed for her future self before her present, and there was no method to out-predict a mathematically accurate mapping of one’s motions.
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