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Good Day For A Hanging
Chapter 1 She walked to his cell, all cold dark stone, wet and dank smelling of urine and mold. A small barred window from up above, letting in a little light on this dark and dreary day. She took out her wad of heavy keys and unlocked his cell door. He jumped back and looked up at her with big soulful gray eyes. Scared about what was to come but excited too in a strange way. He was glad it was her and not the big fat hairy bloke that usually came in with his piece of bread and water. His...