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... he signal link open. That tone—flat and steady—was the only proof the rest of the group had that the Ikona hadn’t gone down.
Outside the duct, the hall was silent. No response had come.
Not yet.
Condensation lined the pipes overhead, dripping down in uneven taps. A cold trail ran along the length of a nearby feed pipe—eighteen-inch PVC, smooth, slightly warped near the bend. Further back in the shaft, the drip from a narrower line echoed faintly—probably a three-inch flow ...
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