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The Polished River of Distance

The mahogany dining table in my father’s house did not look like a piece of furniture; it looked like an institution. It stretched across the formal dining room, a polished river of dark wood and flawless lacquer that served one primary purpose: to create a physical and emotional distance between Arthur Vance and anyone continue reading …