The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Act I The ink does not dry; it waits. I learned this in the cold damp of the basement, where the air tasted of rust and old paper, a flavor that stuck to the back of my throat like a coin. I am Vimala Patel, and I am thirty-two, a widow who collects the bones of the dead and sells them for scrap, a trade that keeps the turnpike costs paid and the roof over my head. My husband, Arjun, was an...

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