The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The air in the hall smelled of roasted duck and old paper. Vimala Pillai stood at the center of the feast, her hands stiff at her sides, watching the candles flicker against the damp walls of the dissenters' meeting house. She was forty-two, and the weight of her family’s debt pressed against her ribs like a stone in a shoe. The elders sat at the high table, their faces carved from the same dry...

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