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Death Row
by T'Lin
Zeek ... a simple man, who should not have been executed. Chelena and I tried our best, but in the end, all we could do was sit in a little room and watch as they strapped him to a table, and stuck a needle in his arm. His death was not noble ... it was an injustice. Yet nobody seemed to care ... no family ... no friends ... just the lawyers involved, and a lone reporter, who averted his eyes as Zeek struggled for his last breath.
I envied him that ... but I made a promise to watch ... and I did, to the end.