The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey mist that clung to the wet stone walls of the Blackwood Correctional Facility, a sprawling Victorian gothic horror of a prison that seemed to breathe with the damp, decaying rot of a century past, its turrets piercing the low, bruised clouds of the Scottish Highlands where the wind howled through the iron-barred windows with...
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