Twelve years ago, I came to Oxford and fell in love with a man named Marius.

He was brilliant. An artist. It was going to be forever.

But then, like all beautiful things, it ended...

And now, there is only silence.

Quietly heartbroken, Edwin Tully lives alone in the house he used to share with the man he once loved. He tends to damaged books and faded memories, trying to build a future from the fragments of the past. Then the weather turns, and the river spills ...