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He stopped pacing and looked out the window over the broad lawn towards the fence. To the left, he could see dozens of candle flames, floating like embers in the dark. On the right, a group marched, holding signs amid jaundiced floods. Between them, state troopers milled. He was sure there was shouting and chanting and maybe even singing, but he couldn’t hear it.
Events rolled through his memory. The bomb. The bus. The dead. The trial. The appeal.
The governor looked to the sky for answers, but saw only his reflection.
The warden awaited his call.
If he called.