The Faded River

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The Faded River

The champagne flute in my hand was cold, the glass sweating against my palm as if it, too, were trying to escape the heat of the room. I stood in the center of the Grand Hall, the crystal chandeliers above me casting a fractured, golden light over the sea of tuxedos and silk gowns, and I felt a distinct, hollow pressure in my chest that had nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do...

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