(1 of 2) Kurt Streeter: The two men walked slowly through the steel-framed door, the older one leading the younger. The door slammed shut behind them.
"Don't worry," said the older man, John Paul Madrona. "It's true people die here, but we help them."
"What's it going to be like?" Freddy Garcia asked.
They passed a row of rooms filled with men in their 50s, 60s and 70s. Most had committed horrendous crimes and would spend their final days in this small wing of the California Medical Facility, a high-security prison at the base of rolling hills near Sacramento. The facility housed roughly 3,000 criminals: some in good health, some ill, some dying.
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