"The clean slate that the summer promised never came to pass; St. Augustine’s is not the same. In the dead-end hallways, beneath the stone archways, trapped in the shadows of what was once a holy abbey- sin breeds and guilt festers. Secrets swarm like droning flies. Distrust creeps in like the first whiff of rot. Those who hold knowledge are quiet, simmering with potential– those who don’t are tense, hungry for answers."

From a three-part series of playlists made for saintaugustinerp.tumblr.com

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