The Pressure Chamber of Industrial Clay
The year was 1883, and New York City was a pressure cooker of iron, steam, and ambition. In a factory district that smelled perpetually of coal smoke and horse manure, Silas Whitmore stood in the center of his pottery works on the Lower East Side, a man who had spent thirty years grinding clay into shapes and firing it in kilns that ran day and night like the furnaces of some great mechanical...
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