The Bridge of Hearts
ACT I: THE MISSING The factory whistle blew at six in the evening, and Maria Rossi joined the river of women pouring out of the Brooklyn textile mill. She was thirty-two years old, with hands that were already rough from twelve hours a day pulling cotton through iron machines. Her fingers were stained gray from the lint, and her right shoulder ached from the repetitive motion of threading the...
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