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Space’s wicked god unlatches the last of its clever bindings. It seethes out. It boils upwards.

It seeks its natural home — in space.

It occupies the sky; it crawls beyond it; it dwells there, for a moment, in the sphere around the Earth, before becoming disturbed by the dreams, the hungers, and the impulses of the people that live below.

They look up to the stars and they imagine.

This disgusts the wicked god of space.

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