Eve Fiction

I wormed my way along the ducting, pushing my backpack ahead
of me. I tried to not even think the word claustrophobia, lest it make
it reality. I tried not to pay too much attention to the obvious signs of
corrosion that crusted areas of the metal surface I was scraping along and
tried not to imagine the state of the braces that would be holding the
structure to the ceiling. I tried; failed. Plan A was turning into a nightmare.

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