María Xosé Queizán

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Bang, bang, bang, the hammer blows echoed inside the prison, bang, bang, bang, they echoed and crept desperately along the rough stones, trying to find their freedom.

The walls were high. The first one encircled all the prison buildings like an all-encompassing, rigid girdle. Five meters away from it, the second wall ran parallel to the previous one, forming a trench. The walkway of packed down, colorless dirt that separated the stone walls was called the compound. It was completely bare. Nothing grew in that deserted gray space where only armed civil guards circulated on their watches. Locked iron doors were the way out of the oppression that everything was wrapped in.

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