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The Price of Independence

Hollis

Just after sunset, I drop into a thick, upholstered armchair in Father’s private sitting room as he finishes pouring two steaming mugs of mulled wine. The smells of clove and nutmeg make my mouth water.

He joins me, offers me one mug, and takes the other armchair in front of the leaping fir...

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