Clang! Clang! The noise echoed down the long, dusty hallway. The barest amount of light, its source a lone torch in a rusty sconce, gave the false impression of life and the barest glimmer of hope in the decrepit environ. Clang! Clang! Clang! ...
It was interesting watching officers come and go doing nothing. There were no prisoners or new arrests being made as far as could be seen, and perhaps the rumors were true. The police were on strike. It wasn’t as formal as all that. They had made no clear declaration, but it was obvious they were...
It seemed no living soul had ever crossed its threshold. The U-shaped council table was unoccupied, collecting dust that two days of neglect allowed to form. The light was low save for two candles. The only activity was the lone man scribbling away at a small desk, off to ...