The Wistful Saga
The pressure gauge on the main intake valve read four hundred and twelve pounds per square inch, a number that sat in Elias Thorne’s mind with the weight of a stone, counting down the seconds until the fiscal year ended and his proposal for his father’s advisory position was filed for the final time. The air in the control room smelled of ozone and stale coffee, a metallic tang that coated the...
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