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.LP .ce .ps 16 .CW YOUR DENSITY .R .ps 10 .br .ce .PP .ps 10 .DC F ine sand, hard\-packed. The RAGNAROK was up to her neck. .PP .ps 10 Winter on Mars. .PP .ps 10 Slake reached out but his arm passed through her hull. Confounded, he nearly fell to the ground. .PP .ps 10 "I'm..." she whispered, exasperated beyond consoling, "I'm your density." .PP .ps 10 Slake stared. .PP .ps 10 Out, into the snow. Kicking pebbles over the frosted runway. Deserted desert. .PP .ps 10 Thin end of the pink wedge, sinking in the sand. .PP .ps 10 Slake lit his purple cigarette and wandered through a hole in the fence. Continued beyond the restricted area. .PP .ps 10 The spiral stones. .PP .ps 10 She was dying. .bp