"That moment—kneeling in the surf, holding that jug—was the closest I've ever come to religious ecstasy," Vasquez wrote.
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They told us Santa Astarta was a paradise—a terraformed jewel in the Perseus Arm, a luxury resort disguised as a research station. The brochures promised snow-capped peaks that didn't bite, evergreen forests that didn't move, and twelve months of regulated "festive cheer." "That moment—kneeling in the surf, holding that jug—was
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