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Sean Monaghan One Aphrodite Williams stood at the edge of the crater, wriggling her shoulder to relieve the pins and needles from the stupid suit’s misaligned joint. Cam should have gotten that fixed a week back. Bozo. At least the air mix was good. Cool and swirling well. The quiet helmet fans kept it moving, and the rebreather was working perfectly. Cam was good for a few things. The crater lay in shadow, deep in Ganymede’s southern hemisphere. Things would brighten as the moon came around behind Jupiter and into sunlight. Jupiter hung on the horizon, constantly fixed in place,