The Pale Shadows
The ivy on the side of the building did not grow; it multiplied. I watched it from the window of my cell, a thin green line that seemed to pulse with a life independent of the sun. It was a creature of the city, fed by the grime and the damp, climbing the brickwork of the St. Jude’s Correctional Center with a quiet, terrifying persistence. I had been here for three years, and in that time, I...
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