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_Strange to think that from twenty-odd light-years away, other eyes see our own Sun blazing in the middle of a familiar constellation._
Pehn Karn sat in the signal dome, idly waiting while his friend, adjusted the dials of the receiver. The recording tape spilled over the table in loops of aluminum.