The Price of Scales
The shipyard smelled of iron and sweat and the particular despair of men who know their bodies are failing them but their families depend on them anyway. Eamon O'Sullivan knew this smell. Twenty years old, Irish mother, Irish father, both born in Boston's North End, both worked in the navy yard, all three of them with calloused hands and tired eyes and a pride that was both their strength and...
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