[ She shoulders the door open without much preamble. Outside: the gate, the wide expanse, the little shooting range. The shed. Natasha stands a little to the side and cups a hand over her eyes until she glimpses the ladder that she's aiming for, each footstep cautious and sure in the same breath. ]
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[ She shoulders the door open without much preamble. Outside: the gate, the wide expanse, the little shooting range. The shed. Natasha stands a little to the side and cups a hand over her eyes until she glimpses the ladder that she's aiming for, each footstep cautious and sure in the same breath. ]