THE ENGINE OF DAWN
I Caleb Hartwell arrived in Chicago with nothing but a notebook and a one-way ticket on the Pennsylvania Railroad. The notebook was filled with calculations scrawled on the backs of coal receipts—thermodynamic equations derived from watching his father's mine burn for three weeks before the company finally flooded it. He was twenty-three years old. He had never been north of the Mason-Dixon...
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