(THIRTY-ONE) Bigger Problems

Fantasmagoria

Jack dragged his foot through the swinging, rusted gates of Hoosegow Prison. He stopped to look at the concrete hulk, like a half-buried head in the ground. It even had a large window near the door like an empty eye.

A lot of bad things had happened at Hoosegow. He wasn’t happy to be back.

Jack had spent the afternoon in Imperial custody along with every …