The Distant Promise
The iron bars did not rattle, which was the worst part of the silence. In the years of your service, you had come to expect the groan of metal, the click of the lock, the distant barking of the guard dogs that patrolled the perimeter of the Blackwood Penitentiary. But tonight, there was only the heavy, wet sound of rain striking the gravel beyond the fence and the rhythmic, crushing weight of...
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