TALES FOR A DARK AND RAINY NIGHT

That was the year I came to Briarwood Penitentiary, a million Mondays ago. ... There had been some laughter then when the city streets teemed with hungry immigrants from Southern and Eastern Europe seeking jobs in the many mills. ... The two wild darting things that were his eyes haunted me almost as much as the grotesque network of wrinkles ... ................
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