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A surge of relief fills me when I stare out the panoramic-viewscreen of the cockpit and see nothing but an infinity of stars. Maybe our sensors are malfunctioning; maybe it’s a mistake. I’m about to say so to Pioneer, and then I see it: An absence. A space where the stars aren’t, a shape of blackness. A shadow.
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