Sarah nodded. She grabbed the radio handset. "Drill floor, this is Control. Prepare to cut the mud weight. Standby for incremental reduction. Two bars."
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The rain in Houston hammered against the reinforced glass of the control tower, a relentless drumming that matched the anxiety pulsing behind Elias’s eyes. It was 2:00 AM on a Tuesday, and the psychedelic tangle of the drilling rig’s telemetry dashboard was glowing like a dying star. Sarah nodded
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