The Meat and the Chain

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The salt air of Brooklyn smelled the same in 1924 as it had a hundred years before, but Vince Moretti noticed it differently now. Before, it had meant nothing to him but the sweat on his back and the calluses on his hands. Now it meant something else. It meant he was still alive, still breathing, still fighting for something that might never come. He stood on the dock where he had worked since...

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