Harle THE BALLAD OF JAMIE ALLAN

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Rain against the window and the wind growls. It's a familiar voice and smells of the river. 3

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I'm old and dying and the manacles chafe my wrists and ankles. 3

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The wind finds its way through thin cracks in the cement and under the cell door, 3

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