Grinding. Reverberating. Numbing. Metal against metal punctuates my twenty-minute sojourn into the depths of the prison. Ten massive steel-barred doors now separate me from the prison entrance. One more security door stands between death row and me. The officer with the key swings it open. He nods. I step through.
This is the overflow death row wing. Most of Florida’s death row inmates are across the New River in a separate building. The heavy...
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