The Faded Dust
The pressure gauge on the north wall read forty-two PSI, a number that meant the cooling loop was holding, but only just, and Leo knew that the margin for error had been eaten away by the humidity seeping in from the cracked foundation. He had four hours left on his shift, four hours to fix the leak in Sector 4, four hours to keep the rent on the house in Dayton from becoming a debt that would...
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