Long Century
Erik Andersen arrived in New York in 1919 with nothing but a suitcase and a name that nobody could pronounce correctly. He was nineteen, pale-haired, blue-eyed, and possessed of the stubbornness that characterized every Scandinavian immigrant who had ever crossed the Atlantic seeking something that didn't exist. He found work in a Brooklyn factory, assembling parts for things he would never...
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