The Faded Quadrant
The torque wrench clicked at thirty-two foot-pounds, a sharp, metallic sound that cut through the humid air of the server room. I checked the gauge, then the reading on the digital display, then the gauge again. The number did not move. I had tightened the anchor bolts on the primary support column of the municipal water tower, a structure I had helped design thirty years ago, and the...
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