Evening in a strange city. A man enters a store and takes out an urn which he fills with small folded white papers except for one on which he draws a black circle which he then folds and puts in the urn. No words, no text. Day breaks on the morning of June 27. A beautiful day is brewing. A voice-over describes the children collecting stones, and the men discussing sowing and taxes. The urn is placed in a central square. All the townspeople are gathered together. Everyone draws a blank paper except one person. Designated by the Lottery, a sacred ritual, it will be sacrificed for the future of the harvest.

Concept: Because the death resulting from a draw is much less chaotic than the organization of this one. 

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