The Distant Joke
Chapter One "Is the pressure holding, or are we just waiting for the pipe to burst?" I looked up from the console, my fingers still resting on the cold metal of the keyboard, and watched the needle on the gauge tremble against the red line. It was a subtle movement, a micro-vibration that most of the men on the shift would have dismissed as a faulty sensor, but I knew the weight of the fluid in...
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