Their orange gazes came from devilishly carved eyes and their vigilant stares sent a chill up Kincade’s neck. He had never liked the gutted vegetables that people found hauntingly ornamental this time of year…
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“It was 11 at night, and only a few shouts of men in the lifer block penetrated the concrete walls of death row. My name is Michael Zlocinac, and I am a warden of U.S. Federal Penitentiary at Magdalena, New Mexico…”
On this episode of the Drabblecast, on his last day as warden, the titular protagonist explains his complicated history, and the moral conundrums it presents. A rumination on capital punishment, legacy, and war.