The Distant Legend
The iron gates of the Penitentiary of St. Jude’s slammed shut behind me with a resonance that shook the dust from the limestone arches, a sound so final it felt less like a door closing and more like a coffin lid being sealed. I stood in the courtyard, the cold November wind biting through my coarse wool tunic, looking up at the towering structure of my confinement. It was not merely a prison...
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