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Would his heart race, then jolt to a stop?
Would death be excruciatingly painful?
Terrifying thoughts plagued him ever since the conviction. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t killed her, couldn’t kill her.
No one believed him.
Failed appeals, endless testimonies, and the meager evidence: in the end, no one had been convinced. As far as the world was concerned, he had brutally murdered her. The mighty hand of justice had failed him.
Fast forward to his last request:
watching the sunset while sipping a final glass of wine, resigned, eager for the peace and freedom only death could provide.