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Ayla tapped the oxygen gauge with her fingertips. It didn’t move. It was a brass thing that Lea had found on a flea market trip somewhere on Dione, Mimas or Enceladus. A theatre prop, but it worked, most of the time. Who knew where it came from... Perhaps they could sell …