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Kai pumped. The jacks hissed. The chimney expanded with a sound like a frozen lake cracking. The slab shifted one inch. Lena yanked the strap. Thorne screamed—a wet, awful sound—but the blood stopped. The tourniquet held.

They broke the surface at 3:44 AM. The secondary quake hit twelve seconds later, collapsing the Antenna’s entrance into a rubble cone. Kai dragged the cage across the mud as the ground roared. Vertical Rescue Manual 40

He was pinned at the waist. A ceiling plate the size of a car hood had slipped and wedged itself against the wall, trapping his lower body but leaving his torso free. Above him, a mosaic of cracked stone hung by nothing but friction and bad luck. Kai pumped