“Well,” Brenner said, “let’s go.” He led us around the building. We
came to an iron door to a 30-foot-tall concrete warehouse. Brenner
opened it.
We stepped through. Behind me, one of the Guatemalans swore softly.
We were standing in a cavernous room 100 yards deep. The wall was
punctuated with alcoves that could have once been cells.
Instead of people they held paper. ... " Read more stunning journalism at the Texas Observer.
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