The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-22 19:14:05 -

The rain had stopped, but the air in the yard of Blackwood Penitentiary still held the weight of it, a cold, wet pressure against the skin that made every joint ache. I stood there alone, the mud sucking at my boots as I watched the withered oak in the center of the quadrangle, its branches twisted into a shape that looked less like a tree and more like a man trying to climb out of a grave. I...

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