Death. It’s the one certainty we all share, yet it’s become the shadow we dare not name. How did this happen? How did something as natural and sacred as death transform into a subject of fear ...
Three volunteer corrections staff members will point rifles at Sigmon's chest and fire live rounds as he sits strapped to a chair, a hood over his head.
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