In the sweltering heart of a Carolina summer, the old James-McKinnon-Yates (JMY) textile plant sat like a rusted, sleeping giant. For fifty years, it had exhaled a low, rhythmic hum, the breath of a thousand looms. But now, the looms were silent. The plant was abandoned, its only occupants ghosts of cotton dust and the occasional scurry of feral cats.
That was until Dr. Aris Thorne arrived.
The system hadn’t just moved air that night. It had hidden something. jmy ventilation