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04/28/2026 14:58h
two oblong lobes of rough ice methane and ammonia fallen far below the Kuiper Belt perturbed by Jupiter into nearer perihelion where they warm the coma sublimes the tail blurs a trim probe relays images from the twilit surface as gray and vacant as sleep this small craft a little boat a dim soul in an afterlife in attenuate gravity in stifling quiet in the Tuat to be weighed against the truth Thoth and Anubis at the Scales