Chapter 91: Resting Place

It is October 21, 2027, 11:56 PM. My legs, feet, arms, hands and sternum have been bound to a metal table covered in leather. After the straps are cinched down, the table is raised up so that I can see the crowd that has assembled on the other side of the glass in front of me.


I survey the mixed group and they are all strangers. I presume that I saw some of them at my trial, but it was a short affair for which I had little concern. I presume that they are family members of the men who died by...

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Published on January 28, 2014 02:00
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