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1928, Oxfordshire The 17th of July: The Rolls Royce crunches its way over the gravel, as the manor house rises in front of me. New things are about to happen in the turbulence of youth. This spring, I celebrated my nineteenth birthday and I am excited about heading for a major step in my life. James, the butler, is already awaiting me to open the door with a bow, while servants rush by to take care of my overloaded luggag...