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To Grace’s relief, it was an interview room with no prison cells in sight. She had heard that the cells were so overcrowded that prisoners had to arrange themselves head to toe, like sardines, to sleep. This room was small with high ceilings, and three tiny windows at the top of one wall shafting light into the gloom. In the middle of the room were two wooden chairs on either side of a narrow metal table, with a drawer hanging out like a dog’s tongue. Grace pushed in the drawer, but it rolled out again. After a few shoves, she gave up and sat down. She pulled out the case sheet, a legal pad, and two pens, and arranged and rearranged the items on the desk while she waited for her client. Read more from The Lions’ Den on Brittle Paper.