Kafelnikov

[Chapter 25] Hal balanced the chisel delicately between his fingers, sensing the subtle shifting of its weight as he adjusted to the perfect angle. With a patient but firm tap, he hammered the end with his mallet and chipped away the last few fragments of stone. A quick burst of air from his lips pushed aside the dust and laid bare the final cut of the “L”. He sighed in satisfaction as he used his fingers to trace out the letter and verify that indeed, all was as he imagined it. After months stuck inside the hospital, getting outside was quite literally a breath of fresh air. The cool evening wind had a humid weight that lent a