The Distant Promise
The boiler was running hot, Elias said, his voice thin against the roar of the steam, but the pressure gauge needle was trembling like a leaf in a gale. Halloway, standing in the doorway with a clipboard that looked too small for the magnitude of the lie, did not look up. "Read the log," Halloway commanded, his voice flat and dry as the dust that coated the floorboards. Elias read the numbers,...
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