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Jailer

on Sunday Tags: Code Poetry, fiction, figlet.

The patient jailer peaked from behind the iron gate at the top of the stairs. He looked down on the dank rocky beach being pummeled by tremors of water and wiped his nose with a snot-worn rag. He had the key to the lock on a long hoop at his hip and his hand traveled to it, clicking it on and off the hook on his belt. The prisoner was three days late.

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