The Faded Quadrant
The pipe did not break so much as it erupted, a violent, white-hot geyser of pressurized water that shattered the silence of the basement at St. Jude’s Hospital with a sound like a cannon shot. Elias Thorne, forty-two and standing in the shadows of the server room, felt the heat of the steam hit his face before he even registered the roar, a sudden assault that stripped the air from his lungs...
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