..the moon was brightly shining outside but the prison was cast in gloomy shadiws
, the prisoners faces were merely apparitions silluetted inside the cells , there was fresh snowfall today , the sky appeared purple , by the midnight the prison turned shivering cold like outside in the sniw , all the inmates were protected from cold weather in sweaters coats and jackets , during summers the prisons stank but now the stench was gone from the fresh air flowing in , by three thirty it started to grow dark , oil lantern was brought out for a routine round around , a little bit of gossip and the prisoners went to sleep , the first one to wake up was labile a thief, a married man father of three daughters , he opened his wide mouth wider and yawned before washing his face , they were three for three months ready to be released
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