The Weight of Iron and Concrete: The Unearthing of Flight Leader McCall
CHAPTER 1: THE FRICTION OF THE BROOM “Move the grease-trap, old man. Five o’clock means five o’clock, and the pressure washers don’t care about your legs.” The voice belonged to a neon-vested city worker whose industrial broom was already scraping the perimeter of the concrete pillar, sending a spray of dried road salt and gray…