The one tiny window was glued shut with many gummy layers of paint. It had never been opened as far as Ramon knew. Problem was, it was the only way out of the silo workshop now that the ladders to the loft space had been sabotaged. He was getting hungry. And thirsty. Twelve year old single malt scotch was not going to be good for dehydration.
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