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... he makeshift stage felt like the steps of a scaffold. As I climbed them, following the broad, confident sweep of my father’s shoulders, the temperature seemed to rise twenty degrees.
Richard took his place behind the podium, the Sterling family crest carved into its front. He looked out over the ballroom with the effortless grace of a man who owned the very air people were breathing. Lisa was by his right, while Catherine, Gabriel and I were directed to his left.
Richard reached ...
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