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They fed the high-pressure hose into the dark water. The roar of the engine filled the night air, drowning out the sound of the rain. The nozzle—a bullet-shaped piece of steel with backward-facing jets—propelled itself down the pipe, water blasting at 4,000 PSI.

"No. Push through. Steady," Harry commanded. drain company for hospitals abingdon

He guided the hose like a surgeon guiding a catheter. He could feel the resistance through the line, the subtle feedback of the nozzle grinding against whatever obstruction had doomed the ward. It was a tactile art form, learned in the mud and the dark. They fed the high-pressure hose into the dark water