In the middle of the street, steam burst skyward, rattling the manhole cover, whistling like a kettle. The people on the sidewalks and in the bumper to bumper traffic looked around, hoping someone would answer their question: what is going on?
A jogger slowed to a stop, took out his earbud, and leaned toward a woman in a black two-piece suit. "Is that sulfer--?"
No one expected lava.
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