The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

"Move along, woman. The decree is absolute." The clerk’s voice was dry, scraped raw by the dust of the border crossing. Zainab Boadu did not move. She stood in the mud, the spring flood swelling the river behind her, the water line rising inch by inch against the stone walls of the town. She clutched the shawl, the fabric faded to a ghost of indigo, the root patterns worn thin by years of...

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