December 1944

Billy knocked, entered the dark cell-like office and scoured the floating dust particles in an attempt to make out the figure on the other side.

“Welcome... Welcome, Lawrence. Please take a seat.”

Billy was unsure whether to sit or not. Friendly officers and welcoming committees had not been his experience of prison so far.


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