A Song for Europa
The ice ceiling of Europa's subsurface ocean was always visible, a pale blue cathedral roof twenty kilometers above, lit from above by the faint red glow of Jupiter through layers of ice thicker than any human building had ever been. Cassandra Wren swam beneath it, her breathing slow and measured, her fingers pressed against the bio-compatible membrane that grew from Abyssal's oral tissue like...
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