On the final night, the chaplain burst in. “Your heart is stone! You will face death. You must turn to God!”
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The prosecutor rose. “Gentlemen of the jury, a man who buries his mother with a hollow heart—then kills a man in cold blood—is a monster not of passion, but of absence. He has no soul. He has no place among the living.” On the final night, the chaplain burst in