The Pearl of Mourning

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The river behind the tenement was black with coal dust and factory runoff, but Thomas Whittaker fished it anyway. Fourteen years old and thin as a rail, he sat on the rotting wharf with a bent hook and a piece of stale bread for bait. His mother's cough had kept her awake all night again. The phthisis was eating her lungs, and the only thing that helped was broth made from fresh fish. Broth...

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