The Distant Promise

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The rain hit the slate roof like a handful of gravel. It was a cold, thin rain, the kind that didn’t wash things clean but only made them slick and grey. I stood at the window of Cell Block C, looking out at the yard. The sky was the color of wet wool. Below, the guards moved in their yellow rain gear, silent figures against the drizzle. One of them stopped near the fence. He didn’t look up. He...

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