The Fire Beneath
Tom Ressler stood in his trailer at 6 AM and watched the thermometers on his porch. The outside air was fifty-two degrees. The ground near the injection site—half a mile across the field—was reading one hundred and forty. He went back inside and made coffee. The coffee was always lukewarm. It was a thing about his life that he had noticed and not fixed. The underground gasification plant was...
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