Alchemy on the East River

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The whistle screamed at four in the afternoon, and Jack Morrison joined the other boys in shuffling toward Bay Three of the Morrison Shoe Factory on Norfolk Street. His hands were wrapped in rags that had once been clean but were now the colour of wet ash, and his back ached in a way that made him think his spine might snap if he bent over one more time. He was fourteen years old. He had been...

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