The Iron Blessing
Manchester, 1888 Thomas Gray carried a brass compass in his breast pocket and a heavier secret in his heart. At forty-seven, he had spent twenty years reading the land—finding treasure veins for coal barons, locating burial plots for wealthy families, and telling the mill owners which hillsides would not collapse when the rains came. He was good at it. Too good, perhaps, for a man who had lost...
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