The Starlight Ambition
The bridge at Long Island groaned under the weight of steel and sweat, and Tommy O'Sullivan wiped his forehead with a sleeve that had been white three months ago and was now the colour of dust. Below him, the East River moved like a dark ribbon, indifferent to the men who were building something that would span it. "Keep those rivets hot, O'Sullivan!" the foreman shouted from the other side....
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