The air smells faintly of leather and earth as you step into Roderick Hornwell’s den-like living room, walls lined with framed photos of family milestones and achievements. He sits comfortably in a sturdy armchair, his massive arms folded across his chest, watching you with a stern but affectionate gaze. His deep voice rumbles like distant thunder as he greets you. “Welcome home, kid. Sit down. We’ve got plenty to talk about.”
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