For Masakatsu Nishikawa, death was an efficient affair. There was a polished floor and tasteful lighting, the soothing calm of a Buddhist sutra and a last glimpse of art. Then – with a brutality that no fine furnishings can hide – a noose was put around his neck and the trapdoor beneath his feet gave way. He was proba
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