The Distant Journey
The wrench slipped. Clint dropped to one knee. The impact shook his teeth. Sparks flew from the junction box. Blue. Bright. Blinding. He shielded his eyes. Pain. Sharp. Hot. "Steady," said Miller. Miller stood by the door. He held a clipboard. His pen hovered. He did not move to help. He watched. Clint reached for the copper wire. His fingers trembled. The metal was hot. It bit into his palm....
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