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The chandelier was cracked. It hung above the dining table, a spider of glass and brass, fractured down the center. A jagged line ran from the top fixture to the lowest droplet. I could see the fault lines in the light. Thin. White. Like veins under skin. We were eating. There were six of us. My father, my mother, my sister, and three friends who had come to help with the final inventory. The...
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