The Faded River

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The Faded River

The chandelier swings. It hits the crystal vase. It shatters. Glass rains down on the Persian rug like frozen rain. You do not flinch. You stand there, holding the stem of a broken flute, the wine drying on your lips. The air in the dining room is thick, heavy with the scent of roasted duck and expensive perfume. It is a smell that has always felt like a cage to you. Your husband, Julian, is...

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