The Burning Mill
I. The year was 1853, and Manchester wore its smoke like a crown. Fourteen-year-old Thomas Crawford woke before dawn each morning, not to an alarm clock but to the sound of the mill whistles that split the sky at half-past five. He pulled on his rough-spun shirt, kissed the top of Mary's head where she lay coughing beneath a thin blanket, and walked to the mill with three hundred other boys and...
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