The Shadow of the Cauldron
The cauldron sat in Jack Morrison's locker at Pier 45 like something out of a bad joke—a six-foot-wide bronze cooking pot, dented and green with patina, handed down from his grandmother's grandmother's grandmother. The longshoremen called it "The Cauldron" and called Jack "The Cauldron" and the coincidence was the kind of thing that made you laugh if you weren't thinking too hard about it. Jack...
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