When I was a teenager, there was a video rental store in Fairburn with a mysterious little room tucked behind a heavy black curtain.

I wasn’t allowed back there. The forbidden section.

I remember hearing whispers about a series called “Faces of Death.” My dad had seen one of them and described a few of the scenes.

It was enough. I never went looking for it, even years later when I was old enough to walk through that curtain unchallenged.

Back then, disturbing images carried weight. You had to seek them out, pay money, or at least brace yourself to see them. Now, they come to you.

This past week, I opened free apps on my phone and, without warning, watched a woman killed on a bus and a man shot in the neck. High definition. Crisp audio.

Not hidden behind any curtain; just there in my

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