The Drying Yard

Where the crucifixions take place at the Temple
Chapter 11
‘Yes, Stephen, I am. And I need to ask you about the people in the drying yard.’
‘The cells and slave pens were filling up since New Year, Your Grace. We were running out of places to put them all. What was I supposed to do?’
‘You were supposed to keep me informed, Stephen.’
‘Never used to be a problem, Your Grace. When the cells were full before we just emptied them.’
‘Things have changed since then,’ explained Thorman patiently. ‘And you always need to get me to sign off on any… movements. Don’t do anything else until I’ve reviewed the logs.’
‘Of course, Your Grace!’ snapped back Father Boniface, who was all too happy to get out of some rather depressing paperwork.
What Nathan thinks
The door at the top of the stairs was opened and bright sun hit his eyes. The harsh light reflecting off the concrete seemed to magnify it. Although the walls of the yard were tall if felt like there was never any shade in this place. It somehow made it worse. In Nathan’s mind it made it worse anyway when he thought of the poor people that ended up here. 
Access
Back in his office once more, he thought about going down to the yards, but he found he could not take one step towards the stairs that lead to its entrance. Those steps, the last steps anyone coming up from the cells would ever take. He imagined being one of them, coming up from the cells, then back down the ten stone steps to the yard. The unimpressive fire exit door opening, and the sun right in your eyes (in his imagination it was always a cold, but sunny, winter’s day), making you blink and shield your eyes as one of the guards pushed you forwards… 
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