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You never know what to expect when you first march into a courthouse—be it a tiny, battered bandbox with worn, scarred tables and squeaking juror chairs, or the majestic new federal palaces with carved, gleaming benches and plush dark carpets. One day you will find justice and integrity. The next you’ll be home-jobbed, your arguments scorned, your case deep-sixed. Yes, courthouses are strange places, secular churches, really. They are built to inspire awe and reverence, with priests in black...

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