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Brushfire on Europa
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Theo wanted to drill a clean window in the ice so they could finally see what was glowing. Priya held the controls. "One careful hole," she agreed. "We look, we don't touch." They lined up the drill over the brightest patch of blue.
The drill opened a small clear window in the ice. Below, the ocean was full of soft blue lights drifting in slow circles, calm and endless. Priya and Theo pressed their helmets to the cold glass and just stared, watching a whole living world neither of them had ever imagined.
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