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Brushfire on Europa
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Priya copied the blink pattern and flashed it back down the bore hole using her drill's warning lamp. Long, short, long. For a moment, nothing. Then the ocean answered, repeating her exact pattern straight back at her.
Priya flashed a new pattern, trying to ask a question. The glow below went dark. She waited, heart pounding. Then the whole ocean lit up at once, so bright the ice turned to glass, and a shape the size of a city began to rise.
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