The Mountain Beneath the Sea
Act I The engine room of the RV Aurora was the only place Frank MacAllister felt at peace. It was hot, loud, and smelled of oil and metal — all the things that were exactly what they seemed. There was no ambiguity in an engine room. A bolt was either tight or it was loose. A pipe was either leaking or it was not. The ocean outside was complicated, but the engine room was not. Mac had been at...
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