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Ross 248 I is precisely what one expects from a world orbiting this close to its star—a charred hellscape with surface temperatures that would melt lead, and the kind of desolate beauty that makes you grateful for a ship's hull. The spectroscopy shows traces of iron oxide crusting the visible highlands, which suggests this might've once held something more interesting before its sun decided to turn it into a furnace. I've catalogued worse, but I've also catalogued far better; still, the ochre horizon burning against that bloated red disk made the survey worth the sensor strain.