The Schuylkill River moves quietly past Pottstown Landing on a summer morning, its surface broken only by the wake of a passing duck and the occasional splash of a fish beneath the shade of overhanging sycamores. Along the old towpath, dew clings to wild grasses growing where mule teams once hauled canal boats loaded with coal, grain, and iron toward Philadelphia. The stone foundations, weathered houses, and narrow lanes of the village emerge sl…
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