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Brushfire on Europa
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They agreed to keep the secret and study it quietly, just the two of them. But back inside, Priya's company tablet pinged. A message from headquarters: "Odd readings detected at your site. Survey ship arriving in six hours." Their secret already had a clock on it.
They had six hours, so they recorded everything: the patterns, the glow, the heartbeat hum. When the survey ship landed, Priya handed over a full report and a demand. "This site is protected, or the recording goes public." The captain stared at the glowing ice and slowly nodded.
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