The Distant Temple
The pressure gauge on the primary manifold read four hundred and twelve pounds per square inch, a number that sat in my mind with the weight of a lead ingot, while the automated sensor three feet to the left blinked a steady, reassuring green, lying to me with the calm confidence of a man who has never held a wrench. I had been counting the hours for three weeks, not the minutes, because...
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