The late afternoon sun cast long golden shadows across Foley Square as two black federal escort vans arrived at the rear sally port of the Metropolitan Correctional Center in lower Manhattan. Handcuffed, shackled at the ankles, and wearing a wrinkled, mud-stained trench coat, Daniel Sterling was escorted out of the vehicle by two armed deputy marshals. Press photographers and television cameras crowded against the perimeter barricades, their flashbulbs illuminating Daniel's…
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