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Upon entering Barracks Number One, the delight of seeing other people in such close proximity nearly overwhelmed him. As the door slammed shut behind him, the other fifty people in the barracks turned their heads to stare at him. A large rectangular room with individual cots for each of the prisoners, the barracks also contained several small tables in the center of the room, as well as a fireplace on either end of the building. Morrison noted that there appeared to be only one guard in the building who had a shotgun slung over his shoulder. The prisoners mulled about freely and seemingly were free to communicate with each other. As he entered the room, he could hear the hushed whispers, “It’s him! It’s the Moryak, the crazy one!”
Morrison had been told by Josef that he had been as
