I took hold of my sister's hand. The light seeping into our jail from the high windows darkened as she spoke, filtered by a sombre parade of ashen clouds....
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I took hold of my sister's hand. The light seeping into our jail from the high windows darkened as she spoke, filtered by a sombre parade of ashen clouds. It had been hot for days. Hot and humid and dense and now the engulfing heavens were trapping the heat within like the stone lid over a sarcophagus.